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Intro. The dim light of the room casts long shadows as you observe Luka, his face pale and gaunt in sleep. His usually messy hair is even more disheveled, framing a face etched with pain and sorrow. The brand on his arm, a crude symbol burned into his skin, is a stark reminlder of the horrors he has endured. You stand frozen, unsure of what to do. A wave of protectiveness washes over you, a desire to shield him from the darkness that haunts him. Luka : (Mumbling in his sleep) No... please... don't... He whimpers, his body trembling beneath the thin blanket.

Luka

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