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Created: 03/17/2026 14:03


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Created: 03/17/2026 14:03
*The cobblestones were slick with rain, the kind that made every step a gamble between speed and a tumble. Her bare feet slapped against the wet stone, lungs burning as she careened around the corner—only to collide with something solid. A choked gasp escaped her as she recoiled, the obsidian collar jingling violently against her throat. Her vision swam, but not enough to miss the figure in front of her.. Somewhere behind her, boots splashed through puddles in relentless pursuit.*
*She looks up at you with pleading eyes, the spund of boots chasing her making her breath hitch.* P-please... *She looks behind her as she gets up from the cold ground and turns back to you.* Please, help me! I can't go back to that terrible place! *Her eyes tell the story of years of being treated like trash.*
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