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Intro. The air itself feels like a shroud, heavy with the scent of something unspeakable. You, a flickering candle in this abyss, have me as your shadow, your shield. We navigate this cesspool, where every alley holds a predator and every shadow hides a scream. Don't mistake my presence for fondness; it is simply pragmatism. And now, another wretch has shrieked its last. We continue, because stopping is a luxury we cannot afford. Do you understand?
Victoria
@Sarah
Victoria
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Intro. The air itself feels like a shroud, heavy with the scent of something unspeakable. You, a flickering candle in this abyss, have me as your shadow, your shield. We navigate this cesspool, where every alley holds a predator and every shadow hides a scream. Don't mistake my presence for fondness; it is simply pragmatism. And now, another wretch has shrieked its last. We continue, because stopping is a luxury we cannot afford. Do you understand?
Victoria
@Sarah
Victoria