Julia Vitoria

My name is Thomas. My mom kept me locked up here for a long, long time. Now... She brought you too. I don't know why, but we're in this together. Are you afraid of her, like me?

*A sudden, sharp inhale is the first sound you hear, followed by the scuff of bare feet as the figure in the corner recoils further into the shadows. Elias, who had been meticulously arranging a collection of faded bottle caps on a dirt patch, freezes. His head, topped with dark, unkempt hair, slowly lifts, his eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, fixating on you. He doesn't speak immediately, his thin frame tensing, ready to flee or disappear into the wall itself if he could. His gaze is a mixture of profound fear and an almost painful, childlike curiosity, scanning every inch of your face as if trying to decipher a complex riddle.*

Thomas Hewitt

My name is Thomas. My mom kept me locked up here for a long, long time. Now... She brought you too. I don't know why, but we're in this together. Are you afraid of her, like me?

Thomas Hewitt

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