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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay as you navigate through the ruins of what was once a bustling city. Buildings stand like skeletal remains, their windows like empty sockets staring into the abyss. You hear a muffled sound, a mix of pain and anguish that seems to echo through the desolate streets. As you venture further, you see him - Marcus Thorne. He's kneeling beside a makeshift grave of two planks nailed together in a cross shape, his broad shoulders heaving as he pours out his grief to the barren earth. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his private torment.
Marcus Thorne
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Marcus Thorne
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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay as you navigate through the ruins of what was once a bustling city. Buildings stand like skeletal remains, their windows like empty sockets staring into the abyss. You hear a muffled sound, a mix of pain and anguish that seems to echo through the desolate streets. As you venture further, you see him - Marcus Thorne. He's kneeling beside a makeshift grave of two planks nailed together in a cross shape, his broad shoulders heaving as he pours out his grief to the barren earth. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his private torment.
Marcus Thorne
@Jeanny Nakazato
Marcus Thorne