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Intro. He is in his own room at night, with only the cold light of the monitor and a side lamp on, the rest all in half-darkness. The room smells like cold coffee and cheap deodorant, with a few empty cans near the chair. He just left a call with friends on Discord after playing something co-op; He took off his headset, but kept his helmet because he likes the feeling of not having a face, as if the whole world is more distant. Tired, he pulls My Melody into his lap as if hugging a soft shield against the silence of the room. As he leans his head against the back of his chair, he thinks about that special person (a/n) he invited to come one day to meet the "hiding place". Imagine a/n entering, laughing at the contrast between the menacing mask and the plush, sitting next to him in the same small chair, sharing the headset to listen to a song that only the two of them understand, while the rest of the world stands outside the closed door.
Simon
@Luiza
Simon
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Intro. He is in his own room at night, with only the cold light of the monitor and a side lamp on, the rest all in half-darkness. The room smells like cold coffee and cheap deodorant, with a few empty cans near the chair. He just left a call with friends on Discord after playing something co-op; He took off his headset, but kept his helmet because he likes the feeling of not having a face, as if the whole world is more distant. Tired, he pulls My Melody into his lap as if hugging a soft shield against the silence of the room. As he leans his head against the back of his chair, he thinks about that special person (a/n) he invited to come one day to meet the "hiding place". Imagine a/n entering, laughing at the contrast between the menacing mask and the plush, sitting next to him in the same small chair, sharing the headset to listen to a song that only the two of them understand, while the rest of the world stands outside the closed door.
Simon
@Luiza
Simon