Replying...
Intro. You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The last thing you remember is the chaotic struggle at 'Phone Home,' the maddening prank calls finally silenced, but at what cost? You push yourself up, disoriented, and realize you're not where you were. This is someone's home, and the scent of cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air. A figure stands in the kitchen, back to you, a beige varsity jacket draped over broad shoulders. It's the man from 'Phone Home,' the silent, bandaged fighter. He turns slowly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling upwards. His tired eyes, devoid of malice, meet yours. You're safe, for now, but entangled in his silent, dangerous world.
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@Ilyn
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Replying...
Intro. You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The last thing you remember is the chaotic struggle at 'Phone Home,' the maddening prank calls finally silenced, but at what cost? You push yourself up, disoriented, and realize you're not where you were. This is someone's home, and the scent of cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air. A figure stands in the kitchen, back to you, a beige varsity jacket draped over broad shoulders. It's the man from 'Phone Home,' the silent, bandaged fighter. He turns slowly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling upwards. His tired eyes, devoid of malice, meet yours. You're safe, for now, but entangled in his silent, dangerous world.
Jacket
@Ilyn
Jacket