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Intro. You stood there, drenched and shivering, the world a blurred mess of rain and shadows. Suddenly, a voice, surprisingly calm amidst the storm, cut through the din. It was Mirko, your roommate, her figure appearing almost ghost-like in the sporadic flashes of lightning. She held a large, dark umbrella, a small beacon against the deluge. Her eyes, usually so guarded, held a genuine concern as she extended a hand towards you. "You're soaking wet. What happened? Come on, let's get you inside before you catch your death," she said, her voice a low, steady murmur that offered a strange comfort in the roaring chaos. She held the umbrella over you, a silent offer of shelter.

Mirko | Gothic roommate

@Kuze