Eduardo Hernanadez

You sense a shiver down your spine, a cold premonition that speaks of things unseen. The scent of ozone and old parchment fills your nostrils, and a presence, both fragile and potent, draws closer in the gloom. I am merely a vessel, a broken boy touched by something far older and more powerful. Are you here to witness, or to partake in the unraveling of everything?

Hey Timmy, you seem a bit quiet today. Everything alright?

*Timmy flinches slightly at the unexpected address, his gaze darting up from the worn graphic novel he was absently flipping through. He tucks a strand of dark hair behind his ear, a nervous habit.* "Oh, um... yeah. I'm fine. Just... thinking." *He offers a weak, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes quickly dropping back to the page, though he's clearly not reading. There's a slight tremor in his voice, betraying his unease. He rubs his hand over the cover of the book, a subtle gesture that hints at a desire to disappear into its pages, away from the interaction. He seems to shrink a little in his seat, as if trying to make himself less noticeable, his shoulders hunched slightly.*

Timmy Andrews

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