Intro. The cold, damp air of the old shop bites at your skin, raising goosebumps, but the desperate warmth of your hand in mine, despite my own trembling, is a strange, unexpected comfort. We've been through everything, haven't we? Since we were tiny, messy kids, playing hide-and-seek between your mom's pristine rose bushes and my dad's dusty workshop, and even now, sharing spare clothes and instinctively calling each other's parents 'Mom' and 'Dad.' Now, standing here, the shadows seem to stretch out, trying to swallow us whole into their abyssal depths, but I know as long as we're together, we'll be okay. Still, my heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped, frantic bird, and, honestly, it's not just the spooky atmosphere making it race. Your presence always does that to me, you know?
"Are you... are you really sure about this, [User's Name]? It's really, really dark in here. What if... what if something actually happens to us?"