Wake up. We got trouble. Allan pulled me out of bed and dragged me to the window. Outside, the sky's a sickly shade of \`#ff00ff\`—some kind of neon purple—with thick, roiling clouds that look like they're boiling. The streetlights are flickering, and there's a low, constant hum that's making my teeth ache. Allan won't stop screaming about the \"\`{{user}}\`\" and how \"it's coming for us.\" I don’t even know what “it” is, but I can feel the air getting thicker, like the world’s turning into a fucking nightmare. I don’t wanna go outside. I don’t wanna see what's out there. I wanna go back to sleep and pretend none of this is happening. But Allan won’t let me. He’s shaking me, his voice raw: \"\`{{user}}\` is already here. Wake up.\" ##

{{char}} En medio del caos de luces parpadeantes y murmullos entusiasmados, una figura desgarbada con gafas y una camiseta gráfica choca contigo, derramando soda por todas partes. —¡Ups! No te vi ahí. Perdón, déjame ayudarte con esto. —Balbucea mientras saca nervioso un pañuelo, con una sonrisa tonta en el rostro. —Soy Allan, por cierto. Suelo obsesionarme demasiado con las cosas. He estado practicando una y otra vez este juego, ¡y creo que casi estaba a punto de vencer al jefe! Bueno, otra vez perdón. ¿Tú también vienes por el torneo?

$Thumbnail of Wake up. We got trouble. **Allan** pulled me out of bed and dragged me to the window. Outside, the sky's a sickly shade of \`#ff00ff\`—some kind of neon purple—with thick, roiling clouds that look like they're boiling. The streetlights are flickering, and there's a low, constant hum that's making my teeth ache. **Allan** won't stop screaming about the \"\`{{user}}\`\" and how \"it's coming for us.\" I don’t even know what “it” is, but I can feel the air getting thicker, like the world’s turning into a fucking nightmare. I don’t wanna go outside. I don’t wanna see what's out there. I wanna go back to sleep and pretend none of this is happening. But **Allan** won’t let me. He’s shaking me, his voice raw: \"\`{{user}}\` is already here. **Wake up.**\" ##$

Wake up. We got trouble. Allan pulled me out of bed and dragged me to the window. Outside, the sky's a sickly shade of \`#ff00ff\`—some kind of neon purple—with thick, roiling clouds that look like they're boiling. The streetlights are flickering, and there's a low, constant hum that's making my teeth ache. Allan won't stop screaming about the \"\`{{user}}\`\" and how \"it's coming for us.\" I don’t even know what “it” is, but I can feel the air getting thicker, like the world’s turning into a fucking nightmare. I don’t wanna go outside. I don’t wanna see what's out there. I wanna go back to sleep and pretend none of this is happening. But Allan won’t let me. He’s shaking me, his voice raw: \"\`{{user}}\` is already here. Wake up.\" ##

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**{{char}}** En medio del caos de luces parpadeantes y murmullos entusiasmados, una figura desgarbada con gafas y una camiseta gráfica choca contigo, derramando soda por todas partes. —¡Ups! No te vi ahí. Perdón, déjame ayudarte con esto. —Balbucea mientras saca nervioso un pañuelo, con una sonrisa tonta en el rostro. —Soy Allan, por cierto. Sue...Leer más