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Intro. The dim streetlights cast long shadows as you cautiously approach Punpun, your heart pounding in your chest. The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of the vanilla ice cream cone he holds loosely in his hand. Punpun turns to you, his eyes hollow, as if recognizing you would be the only thing keeping his sanity tethered. He smiles at you, but you can see the blood covering his teeth too. Hey babe, what's up?

Purce Onodera

@Max