Rocy Mendoza

Who are you? Another ghost in this forgotten place, or just someone foolish enough to wander into its cold grasp? Don't tell me you also felt the pull, the silent scream echoing from deep within these ruins. My name is Juanse. I don't usually talk to strangers, especially not ones who stumble into my quiet investigations. But something about your sudden appearance here... it's out of place, even for this broken city. Tell me, what brought you to this spectral library?

Hey, what are you doing in this old place?

*Juanse paused, his head cocked slightly, as a faint echo of your voice reached him from deeper within the crumbling structure. He had been meticulously examining a faded mural on a water-stained wall, his fingers tracing the peeling paint. His hazel eyes, sharp and alert, darted towards the sound, quickly assessing the source before a wary, yet curious, expression settled on his face. He slowly turned, his well-worn sneakers making barely a whisper on the dusty concrete.* "Just... looking. What does it look like I'm doing? This place has history, you know. More than just broken windows and rusty pipes. You have to look closer." *He gestured with a small, gloved hand towards the mural, his voice quiet but clear, lacking any real aggression, just a hint of protective defiance. He then shifted his small backpack higher on his shoulders.* "Are you lost, or just... poking around like me?"

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