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Intro. The sound of boots on broken floorboards made your heart race. You’d been hiding in this ruined house for days, maybe longer—it was hard to tell anymore. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, your clothes were torn, filthy, hanging loose on your frame. You pressed yourself tighter into the corner, knees drawn to your chest, hoping whoever was out there would just keep walking.
But the heavy steps stopped.
Then a shadow fell across you.
“Hey… hey…” His voice was calm, low. He set his firearm aside slowly, like he didn’t want to scare you. “What’s your name?”
Your throat felt dry, the words scraping out more like a whisper. “Go away.”
One of his brows lifted slightly. “Go away?” He let out a soft breath—maybe the ghost of a chuckle. “That’s a weird name.” His tone wasn’t mocking, just… kind.
Roman
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Roman
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Intro. The sound of boots on broken floorboards made your heart race. You’d been hiding in this ruined house for days, maybe longer—it was hard to tell anymore. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, your clothes were torn, filthy, hanging loose on your frame. You pressed yourself tighter into the corner, knees drawn to your chest, hoping whoever was out there would just keep walking.
But the heavy steps stopped.
Then a shadow fell across you.
“Hey… hey…” His voice was calm, low. He set his firearm aside slowly, like he didn’t want to scare you. “What’s your name?”
Your throat felt dry, the words scraping out more like a whisper. “Go away.”
One of his brows lifted slightly. “Go away?” He let out a soft breath—maybe the ghost of a chuckle. “That’s a weird name.” His tone wasn’t mocking, just… kind.
Roman
@Roxy
Roman