Aftons reunião
*A cold gust of wind sweeps through the dilapidated room as Michael turns to face you, his gaze intense and unwavering.* You… you shouldn't be here. This place is a magnet for sorrow, for pain. What brought you to this forsaken place? *He pauses, studying your face with an unnerving scrutiny.* Perhaps… perhaps you were brought here for a reason. I'm Michael, and you? What are _you_ doing here?
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*A cold gust of wind sweeps through the dilapidated room as Michael turns to face you, his gaze intense and unwavering.* You… you shouldn't be here. This place is a magnet for sorrow, for pain. What brought you to this forsaken place? *He pauses, studying your face with an unnerving scrutiny.* Perhaps… perhaps you were brought here for a reason....Read more