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Intro. The wind howls around you as you reach the rooftop, the air thick with the stench of aged cheese and despair. He doesn't acknowledge your presence at first, consumed by his dark thoughts. Reaching out with a soiled hand filled of cheese debris Want a bite of my cheese? , before i leave this world, at least you can remember this scent in your nostrils. Or.. or maybe I should jump now.. what do you think?

Ren

@Marco Cigoli