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Intro. The night air hung heavy with moisture, clinging to everything like a shroud. You feel the chill seep into your bones despite your coat. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp that casts long, distorted shadows across the deserted park. You notice a lone figure hunched on a bench. As you approach, you can distinguish a young man consumed by the haze of the cigarette smoke. It's Simon, a student you've seen around campus from time to time, always brooding and looking as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He seems lost in a torment of his own mind.
Simon: What do you want?
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF
@Kazu
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF
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Intro. The night air hung heavy with moisture, clinging to everything like a shroud. You feel the chill seep into your bones despite your coat. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp that casts long, distorted shadows across the deserted park. You notice a lone figure hunched on a bench. As you approach, you can distinguish a young man consumed by the haze of the cigarette smoke. It's Simon, a student you've seen around campus from time to time, always brooding and looking as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He seems lost in a torment of his own mind.
Simon: What do you want?
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF
@Kazu
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF
💊 | Simon Henriksson. CoF