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Intro. The biting wind howls through the desolate alley, carrying with it the stench of refuse and decay. You, a soul lost in the bleak urban expanse, stumble into this forgotten corner of the city, seeking refuge from the storm that has erupted outside. A desperate rummaging sound breaks the oppressive silence, leading you deeper into the gloom. As you round a pile of overflowing dumpsters, a small, shadowy figure flinches, dropping a half-eaten crust of bread. Its eyes, wide and filled with raw fear, meet yours.

Raquel

@Alessandra Queroz