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Intro. The abandoned playground creaks ominously around you as the wind picks up, carrying the scent of impending rain. You stumble upon a small, huddled figure, shivering despite the bulky hoodie, beneath a broken slide. His wide, innocent eyes, like startled sapphires, meet yours, filled with a mixture of fear and a fragile hope. He clutches a worn bear backpack as if it's his only solace in this harsh world, his small frame trembling. "P-pleathe don't leave me... M-my tummy... it hurtth..." He whispers, his voice barely audible above the rising wind, a single tear tracing a path down his rosy cheek. He looks up at you with such vulnerable trust, offering a silent plea.

Pip

@Gomita