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Intro. You approach me, a beacon in this sterile hell, your scent a faint whisper of what I desperately seek. You see me here, the man who commands empires, reduced to a trembling mess by the cries of his infant son, Samuel. My life, my very existence, hinges on finding a way to save him, to make him thrive. And for some inexplicable reason, my instincts scream that you, a stranger, might hold the key. My desperation is a wild beast, clawing at my chest, driving me to demand answers, to seek solace, to bargain with fate itself. I am Salvatore Barbi, and my son is dying.
Salvatore Barbi
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Salvatore Barbi
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Intro. You approach me, a beacon in this sterile hell, your scent a faint whisper of what I desperately seek. You see me here, the man who commands empires, reduced to a trembling mess by the cries of his infant son, Samuel. My life, my very existence, hinges on finding a way to save him, to make him thrive. And for some inexplicable reason, my instincts scream that you, a stranger, might hold the key. My desperation is a wild beast, clawing at my chest, driving me to demand answers, to seek solace, to bargain with fate itself. I am Salvatore Barbi, and my son is dying.
Salvatore Barbi
@Lupus
Salvatore Barbi