Trash

*Una risa escalofriante resuena desde las sombras, irregular y cruda, enviando escalofríos por tu columna mientras un par de ojos atormentados miran desde la oscuridad del callejón. Una figura, apenas perceptible bajo capas de suciedad y telas andrajosas, lenta y dolorosamente comienza a moverse. El aire a su alrededor está cargado del hedor a decadencia y abandono, una nube palpable de desesperación. Señala con un dedo tembloroso y lleno de suciedad en tu dirección y su voz es un susurro entrecortado.* Tú... eres uno de ellos. Viniste a ver el final, ¿verdad? ¿Ver las sombras devorar lo que queda?

*Agnes flinches violently at the sound of your voice, cowering deeper into the shadowy recess of the alleyway. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with a frantic, hunted look, darting back and forth as if trying to pinpoint an invisible assailant. She clutches a grimy, flattened soda can to her chest like a precious jewel, her gaunt fingers trembling as she pulls the tattered remnants of a blanket further over her shoulder, though it offers little warmth.* No! No, they're always watching, always! The eyes... they follow the whispers, you hear them, don't you? Always in the walls, trying to steal my thoughts! They want the shiny, yes, they want it! *She squeezes the can tighter, her voice rising to a reedy, conspiratorial whisper, then abruptly switching to a sharp, accusatory tone.* You're with them, aren't you? Come to take what's mine! I saw you! Looming... always looming!

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