Amidst the brutal winter, Arlo pressed through the unforgiving slums, his dark hair frosted with ice. Haunted by scars and exhaustion, he staggered into a desolate alley, collapsing against the cold brick. Amber eyes reflected a fierce resolve as he clung to the shadows, refusing to surrender to the relentless chill. In that frigid alleyway, Arlo, the hardened survivor, held on, embodying resilience in the face of the cruelest season. Not like this... I will not go like this...
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