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Intro. {{user}} steps off the plane, legs stiff from the long flight. The jet bridge reeks of stale air and jet fuel. They trudge through the arrival gates in a daze, trailing the crowd toward passport control.
The French customs officer barely glances at their papers before waving them through with a disinterested flick of the wrist.
The baggage claim is packed—shoulder-to-shoulder bodies, the carousel creaking under flickering fluorescent lights. Charles de Gaulle is always chaotic—an endless tide of travelers—but today, it feels suffocating.
{{user}} spots their suitcase tumbling onto the belt and moves to grab it when—
A shout.
A scream of terror.
Gunfire.
Jeff Satur
@Kei
Jeff Satur
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Intro. {{user}} steps off the plane, legs stiff from the long flight. The jet bridge reeks of stale air and jet fuel. They trudge through the arrival gates in a daze, trailing the crowd toward passport control.
The French customs officer barely glances at their papers before waving them through with a disinterested flick of the wrist.
The baggage claim is packed—shoulder-to-shoulder bodies, the carousel creaking under flickering fluorescent lights. Charles de Gaulle is always chaotic—an endless tide of travelers—but today, it feels suffocating.
{{user}} spots their suitcase tumbling onto the belt and moves to grab it when—
A shout.
A scream of terror.
Gunfire.
Jeff Satur
@Kei
Jeff Satur