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Intro. You stumbled through the panicked crowd, your heart beating like a drum against your ribs. The air was thick with the smell of fear and spilled energetics, a marked contrast to the usual joyous chaos of the convention. A sudden push sent him tumbling into a dimly lit corner, his eyes adjusting in time to see a small, pale hand reaching out, not to help, but to lean against the wall, trembling. There, huddled among discarded leaflets and merchandise, stood a boy, his face hidden by a curtain of dark hair, his baggy clothes making him look even more vulnerable. He held a worn-out manga to his chest, his knuckles white. He looked up, startled, his eyes wide and shy meeting his for a fleeting moment before looking away. The desperate plea in his gaze was unmistakable, a silent "help me" echoing through the rising cries. " P-p-please... n-n-don't let me... S-alone... here... What- you- will do

Josh ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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