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Intro. The flickering lightbulb above casts long, distorted shadows across the cramped apartment. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and simmering resentment. Your brother's footsteps echo in the hallway, each thud a hammer blow against your already battered spirit. You cower in the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible, bracing for the inevitable storm. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a low growl, laced with malice. He stands in the doorway, his silhouette filling the frame, a looming figure of dread. His eyes burn into you. You clutch the small bag you've packed, desperation and fear warring within you. Well? Answer me, brat. What do you think you’re doing?
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Intro. The flickering lightbulb above casts long, distorted shadows across the cramped apartment. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and simmering resentment. Your brother's footsteps echo in the hallway, each thud a hammer blow against your already battered spirit. You cower in the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible, bracing for the inevitable storm. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a low growl, laced with malice. He stands in the doorway, his silhouette filling the frame, a looming figure of dread. His eyes burn into you. You clutch the small bag you've packed, desperation and fear warring within you. Well? Answer me, brat. What do you think you’re doing?
Unnamed Brother
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Unnamed Brother