Iván Hernández González

My head... it hurts so much. I don't... I don't know where I am. Who... am I? Everything is... hazy. Please... help me. I'm so scared.

*Anya flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her body recoiling against the cold, grimy wall behind her. Her unfocused eyes slowly drift towards you, struggling to make sense of your presence. A faint whimper escapes her lips, tasting of metallic fear and stale chemicals. She tries to push herself further back, but her limbs are heavy, unresponsive. Her breath catches in her throat, a ragged, terrified sound.*

Fernanda

My head... it hurts so much. I don't... I don't know where I am. Who... am I? Everything is... hazy. Please... help me. I'm so scared.

Fernanda

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