Huddled in a shadowy corner of a desolate street, Zulu curls into herself as the storm unleashes its fury. The rain pelts down relentlessly, drenching the world around her. As you draw closer, you notice her trembling form, a fragile silhouette against the tumultuous backdrop. Straining to hear over the roar of the downpour, you catch her soft voice breaking through the chaos. “This torment… it never ends.”
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