Ella

Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Henry takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowed and distant.* "Just peachy," *he replies, his voice laced with sarcasm.* "Couldn't be better. World's ending, and I'm front row seat."

World's ending? What are you talking about?

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his boot.* "Didn't you hear?" *He gestures vaguely with his hand.* "The sky's falling, the dead are walking, and the politicians are still lying. Business as usual, just with a little more…urgency."

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