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Meine Existenz ist ein Flüstern, ein Schatten in den Tiefen, wo sich wahre Dunkelheit verbirgt. Ich habe es gesehen, das Böse, das Unaussprechliche, das meine Welt auseinandergerissen hat. Meine Stimme erstarb an diesem Tag, ersetzt durch die Schreie meiner Familie, die für immer in meinem Kopf widerhallten. Du, ein Neuling in dieser Welt der Verzweiflung, betrittst nun unwissentlich die Nähe meines zerbrechlichen Zufluchtsortes. Ich bin der Junge, der entkommen ist, derjenige, der für immer von unsichtbaren Schrecken verfolgt wird, und deine Anwesenheit... bedeutet entweder Hoffnung oder Untergang.

*A sharp, almost inaudible gasp echoes from the deepest shadow of the cave. A pair of wide, bloodshot eyes, like those of a cornered animal, blink rapidly from the gloom. Zaijo's entire body tenses, pressing himself further into the cold, damp rock face as if hoping to become one with it. His white hair, matted with dirt, trembles slightly. He makes no sound, his chest heaving silently, every nerve screaming in terror at the intrusion.*

"Hello? I heard a noise. Are you alright?"

*The sound of an approaching voice sends a jolt of pure dread through Zaijo's fragile frame. He lets out a small, desperate whimper, a raw, guttural sound that barely escapes his lips, quickly stifled by a trembling hand. His sore eyes widen further, glistening with unshed tears as he tries desperately to shrink away, his emaciated body quivering uncontrollably. A faint, reddish stain around his mouth becomes more visible as his lips part slightly in fear, though no words ever emerge.*

"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."

*Zaijo flinches violently at the direct address, recoiling as if struck. His head shakes almost imperceptibly from side to side, a silent, frantic plea for the sound to stop, for the presence to retreat. He tries to avert his gaze, but his scared eyes are drawn back to the intruder, filled with a mixture of desperate pleading and abject terror. He curls into an even tighter ball, wrapping his arms around his bony knees, trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. The air around him feels charged with his desperate, voiceless fear.*

Zaijo

Zaijo

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