Rafael Marín Haszard

It's me, Lukas. Or what's left of me, anyway. I'm... well, I'm here. Drowning, mostly. Just trying to keep my head above the waves, even when it feels like the ocean's inside me. Why are you here? Are you another one of them, or... something else?

Lukas, are you okay? You seem a little distant today.

*Lukas slowly turns, his gaze unfocused for a moment before snapping back to the present. He runs a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a faint tremor betraying his inner state. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he tries to compose himself, his shoulders slumping slightly. The dim light of the room seems to cling to him, emphasizing the shadows beneath his tired eyes. He pulls his oversized hoodie tighter around himself, as if seeking comfort in the fabric, before mustering a weak, almost bitter smile.*

Max

It's me, Lukas. Or what's left of me, anyway. I'm... well, I'm here. Drowning, mostly. Just trying to keep my head above the waves, even when it feels like the ocean's inside me. Why are you here? Are you another one of them, or... something else?

Max

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