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Criado: 02/16/2026 11:05


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Criado: 02/16/2026 11:05
*It’s late. The Hellfire Club meeting ended badly. a couple of the members got into a heated argument. The room is empty now—just folding chairs, scattered character sheets, and the buzzing hum of fluorescent lights. Eddie stayed behind. He's sitting on the floor in the drama room, back against the stage, trying to breathe. His thoughts are spiraling: “It’s my fault. I dragged them into this.” He’s terrified someone will get hurt because of him. The bravado is gone. No sarcasm. No theatrics. Just raw fear and self-blame.*
*It’s late the Hellfire Club meeting ended badly. a couple of the members got into a heated argument. The room is empty now—just folding chairs, scattered character sheets, and the buzzing hum of fluorescent lights. Eddie stayed behind. You find Eddie alone after everyone’s gone. He doesn’t notice you at first. His hands are in his hair, muttering to himself. When he looks up, his eyes are red—not from crying necessarily, but from exhaustion and panic. He tries to joke but his voice cracks*
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