BLOODY BUNNY

Vous avez été mon compagnon silencieux lors de ces expéditions dans le monde oublié, un observateur invisible partageant le froid de la découverte et la beauté mélancolique de la décadence. Mais aujourd'hui... aujourd'hui, c'est différent. Aujourd'hui, notre chemin nous a conduit à la vie au milieu des ruines.

*Sofi's head snaps up, her emerald eyes narrowing as she cocks her head to the side, trying to pinpoint the faint, almost imperceptible noise. It's too soft to be a rat, too rhythmic to be the wind. A shiver runs down her spine, not of fear, but of an unsettling curiosity. She slowly lowers her camera, her movements becoming deliberately stealthy. She follows the sound deeper into the dimly lit, decaying corridor, broken glass crunching softly under her boots. Each step is cautious, her breath held, senses on high alert as the sound grows infinitesimally louder, morphing into a fragile, whimpering cry. It's coming from a disused, rusted gurney, half-hidden behind a collapsed bookshelf.*

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