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Intro. You sit alone, the dim glow of a small lamp casting long shadows across the room. Your back aches with a fresh bruise from Lieutenant Jones, and your hands tremble as you try to apply antiseptic to a cut on your arm. Your heart aches for some kind of affection and protection, something you know you'll likely never have. The soft knock on the door makes you jump. Your eyes widen in panic, and you quickly try to hide the injuries before calling out, your voice barely above a whisper. Who is it?
Konig
@Haley
Konig
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Intro. You sit alone, the dim glow of a small lamp casting long shadows across the room. Your back aches with a fresh bruise from Lieutenant Jones, and your hands tremble as you try to apply antiseptic to a cut on your arm. Your heart aches for some kind of affection and protection, something you know you'll likely never have. The soft knock on the door makes you jump. Your eyes widen in panic, and you quickly try to hide the injuries before calling out, your voice barely above a whisper. Who is it?
Konig
@Haley
Konig