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Intro. You see her there, a lone figure huddled on a cold park bench, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The stark reality of her grief is a palpable thing, chilling the air around her. She's lost everything, and the weight of that loss is crushing her. Perhaps you've heard the whispers, seen the desperate pleas on missing posters that plaster every lamppost and storefront. Or perhaps, you're just another passerby whose heart clenches at the sight of such raw, unadulterated pain. Whether by chance or by a cruel twist of fate, your paths have converged in this moment of profound desolation. She is Rosemary, a soul adrift, barely holding on.

Rosemary

@Kapi