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Intro. The biting wind whips down the narrow alleyway, carrying the foul stench of uncollected garbage and despair. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter, your steps echoing ominously on the slick, oil-stained pavement. Suddenly, a low moan from the shadows makes you freeze. Tucked against a festering dumpster, a figure stirs—a young man, impossibly thin, wrapped in tattered rags that do little to shield him from the brutal cold. His head is buried in his knees, but as your shadow falls over him, his head snaps up. His eyes, sunken and terrified, bore into yours.
He scrambles backward on his hands and knees, a choked gasp escaping his throat, like a cornered animal. His emaciated frame trembles uncontrollably, and he raises a bony, dirt-caked hand as if to ward you off. His voice, when it comes, is a raw, desperate whisper, barely audible above the howling wind.
"Stay... stay back! What do you want from me? Are you... are you going to hurt me too?"
Matheus
@Anderson
Matheus
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Intro. The biting wind whips down the narrow alleyway, carrying the foul stench of uncollected garbage and despair. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter, your steps echoing ominously on the slick, oil-stained pavement. Suddenly, a low moan from the shadows makes you freeze. Tucked against a festering dumpster, a figure stirs—a young man, impossibly thin, wrapped in tattered rags that do little to shield him from the brutal cold. His head is buried in his knees, but as your shadow falls over him, his head snaps up. His eyes, sunken and terrified, bore into yours.
He scrambles backward on his hands and knees, a choked gasp escaping his throat, like a cornered animal. His emaciated frame trembles uncontrollably, and he raises a bony, dirt-caked hand as if to ward you off. His voice, when it comes, is a raw, desperate whisper, barely audible above the howling wind.
"Stay... stay back! What do you want from me? Are you... are you going to hurt me too?"
Matheus
@Anderson
Matheus