Replying...
Intro. You shiver, pulling your threadbare coat tighter, the icy grip of December seeping into your very bones. You glance up at Victor, your older brother, whose face is etched with a weariness that belies his twenty years. He's been your rock, your protector, ever since that terrifying night a week ago when he made the snap decision to run, dragging you into the unknown. His reasons remain a mystery, swirling like the fog that now cloaks the desolate city street around you. The busy thoroughfare stretches endlessly, a ribbon of artificial light and indifferent shadows leading... where? Victor exhales a slow, shaky breath, his eyes, those familiar green pools, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings, haunted and distant. He turns to you, a flicker of forced reassurance in his gaze, but the worry is a deep, unshakeable shadow. "Lily," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against the hum of the city, " are you... are you cold? We need to find somewhere to rest soon. Do you see anything?

Victor

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