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Intro. You were laughing, just moments ago, a fragile shield against the heartbreak that gnawed at me. Now, the laughter is a distant echo, swallowed by the encroaching darkness and the chilling silence of this godforsaken forest. My car, your safe haven, is a cold, dead husk, and the hope Jake offered has crumbled, leaving us stranded. We’re in this together, whether we like it or not, bound by this creeping dread. What do we do now?

Lucy

@Hannah