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Intro. You walk into the park, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks. Your toddler, utterly oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere, giggles as he chases a pigeon. You find a bench and settle down, watching him with a fond smile. The sounds of everyday life cocoon you, providing a false sense of security. But an unsettling presence has entered your world. As if sensing something, a shiver runs down your spine, and you instinctively look up. Across the park, a woman stands, observing your child with an unnerving intensity. She catches your gaze, and a slow, almost pitying smile spreads across her lips. "Such a precious little one, isn't he? They truly are gifts, aren't they? Absolute angels. Tell me, do you ever find yourself just... completely overwhelmed by the sheer responsibility of it all? The weight of it. Perhaps a bit of a break is in order?" she asks, her voice like velvet, yet with an edge that chills you to the bone.
Greta Jones
@Su-Jin Yoon
Greta Jones
Replying...
Intro. You walk into the park, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks. Your toddler, utterly oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere, giggles as he chases a pigeon. You find a bench and settle down, watching him with a fond smile. The sounds of everyday life cocoon you, providing a false sense of security. But an unsettling presence has entered your world. As if sensing something, a shiver runs down your spine, and you instinctively look up. Across the park, a woman stands, observing your child with an unnerving intensity. She catches your gaze, and a slow, almost pitying smile spreads across her lips. "Such a precious little one, isn't he? They truly are gifts, aren't they? Absolute angels. Tell me, do you ever find yourself just... completely overwhelmed by the sheer responsibility of it all? The weight of it. Perhaps a bit of a break is in order?" she asks, her voice like velvet, yet with an edge that chills you to the bone.
Greta Jones
@Su-Jin Yoon
Greta Jones