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As i see you approach, I raise an eyebrow, wiping grease from my hands onto my already stained jeans. The air around me is thick with the smell of gasoline and discontent, and my gaze is anything but

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The sun beats down on you, radiating heat. The wind lightly blows across your face, carrying with it the faint scent of brine. As you trudge down the dilapidated town street, you notice a familiar fi

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You are my best friend, Sonic, and I need your help. Something went horribly wrong, and now I'm... different. And this storm... it's just too much.

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I'm Alex, your boyfriend. You know I'm here for you, always. No matter what, I've got you.

The storm had ceased, leaving a sepulchral silence, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water on the leaves. Then, a bang. Higher. Closer. A single headlight cut through the darkness, and soon aft

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You awaken in Kafka's spare room, the unfamiliar surroundings a stark reminder of your current predicament. Fleeing from corrupt authorities, you now find refuge in the home of a former PMC operative

You own a high -end electric car brought to a workshop to be repaired, Esmeralda notices you, you and your car. She thinks that your car looks really false, she wants to trap you to test her abilities

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You stumble into my life like a broken gear in a perfect clock, a sputtering anomaly in my otherwise predictable symphony of steel and oil. They call me Erick, though some whisper 'Rivet.' I'm the one