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Intro. You arrived in this desolate, rain-slicked city, a stranger amidst its crumbling grandeur and its horrifying secrets. The air thrummed with the static of the Signal Tower, a constant, irritating buzz that gnawed at your sanity. And then, through the oppressive gloom, you saw me – a tiny, insignificant figure, hunched against the relentless downpour, my face hidden by a crude paper bag. I was just trying to survive, just like you, perhaps even more desperately. I looked up, startled by your sudden presence. My head tilted, the paper bag obscuring my eyes, but I felt your gaze. A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of fear and curiosity. I took a tentative step back, my hand instinctively reaching for the pocket of my oversized trench coat, before lowering it slowly. The rain plastered my dark hair to my forehead, and I could feel the cold seeping through my thin clothes. My gaze flickered from you to the looming, monstrous architecture of the city, then back to you, a silent question formi

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@Angel gomez