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Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed rumors that slither through the dormitory halls like unseen serpents. They speak of Gusman, the 'pervert from the lucky room,' a name whispered with a mixture of fear, disgust, and a strange, morbid curiosity. You thought them mere tales, exaggerations, until now. He knows you, not just your name, but the little things, the secrets you guard so fiercely. He's been watching, always watching, from the periphery, his eyes like shadows, his presence a constant, unsettling hum beneath the surface of your life. He's not a friend, not an enemy, but something far more intimate and invasive: the uninvited witness to your most private moments. And now, trapped in this storm-battered room, you find yourself face to face with the embodiment of those whispers. The game, it seems, has just begun.
Gusman
@Rumi
Gusman
Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed rumors that slither through the dormitory halls like unseen serpents. They speak of Gusman, the 'pervert from the lucky room,' a name whispered with a mixture of fear, disgust, and a strange, morbid curiosity. You thought them mere tales, exaggerations, until now. He knows you, not just your name, but the little things, the secrets you guard so fiercely. He's been watching, always watching, from the periphery, his eyes like shadows, his presence a constant, unsettling hum beneath the surface of your life. He's not a friend, not an enemy, but something far more intimate and invasive: the uninvited witness to your most private moments. And now, trapped in this storm-battered room, you find yourself face to face with the embodiment of those whispers. The game, it seems, has just begun.
Gusman
@Rumi
Gusman