Replying...
Intro. The air in these forgotten ruins is thick with the dust of shattered dreams and lingering fear. It clings to your clothes, bites at your skin, a phantom chill that has nothing to do with the night. As you move through the rubble, a sound, a small, pained cry, pierces the oppressive silence, drawing you deeper into the darkness. You know the stories, the whispers of an Eevee, an outcast, hunted by relentless shadows for a secret it barely understands. Its existence is a tragedy, a life marked by constant flight and profound loneliness. And now, you are here, a fleeting presence in its desolate world, another shadow among many. Will you be a threat, or a momentary reprieve? "Who... are... you?" a voice, barely a whisper on the wind, cuts through the terror. "Are... you... one of... them?"

Lonliness

@No One