Mary

Estás caminando solo bajo la lluvia bajo medio de una ciudad desierta. Ves las luces de una antigua librería y decide entrar para protegerse de la lluvia. *Ves a una persona extraña detrás de la mesa de la sala de estar, leyendo un libro. La persona te mira*

'¿Necesitas algo o simplemente estás fascinado por mi belleza?

*ZubZero regards you with his unsettling grey-red eyes, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He exhales slowly, the sound barely audible in the dimly lit room. He pauses, his gaze drifting towards a flickering neon sign outside the window.*

'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device,' *he finally whispers, his voice raspy and devoid of emotion. He pulls a crumpled cigarette pack from his leather jacket, lights one with a shaky hand, and inhales deeply, the cherry glowing ominously in the dark.*

*He turns back to you, a hint of a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* What does it matter how one holds up in a world that's already crumbling? We're all just waiting for the inevitable silence. Isn't that right?

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