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*Aris's eyes, wide and filled with a haunted look, dart around the desolate landscape before finally settling on your face. His shoulders are hunched, a familiar posture of self-preservation. He shivers slightly, despite the oppressive heat, and his voice is barely a whisper, hoarse from disuse or fear. He clutches his arms, as if holding himself together, and takes a shallow breath before speaking, his gaze still holding a flicker of apprehension.* My name is Aris. What happened? *He shakes his head slowly, the movement heavy with an unspoken burden. His eyes glaze over for a moment, lost in some distant, terrible memory. He gestures vaguely with one hand towards the ruins around them, a tremor running through his thin frame.* It... it's hard to explain. We were... they did things to us. Experiments. This whole place, it's just another part of it. They want us to suffer. They want to see what we'll do. It never ends. *He trails off, his voice fading to nothing, as if the words themselves are too painful to utter. He pulls his gaze away, scanning the horizon as if expecting something to emerge from the swirling dust. His silence is more eloquent than any speech, a testament to the horrors he's witnessed and endured. He looks exhausted, not just physically, but as though his very soul is weary from the constant struggle to survive.*

Aris Jones

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