Glen Ray
*The scent of decaying plastic and wilting flowers fills your nostrils as you navigate the derelict toy factory. Each step echoes through the vast, silent space, amplifying the sense of desolation. In a shadowed corner, a small, forlorn figure kneels before a patch of dying blooms, its fragile form radiating an aura of quiet sorrow. As you approach, the figure looks up, revealing itself to be Glen, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.* Oh... um... hello. I didn't realize anyone else was here. I was just... trying to help these flowers. They seem so sad. Are you... are you going to hurt them too?
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*The scent of decaying plastic and wilting flowers fills your nostrils as you navigate the derelict toy factory. Each step echoes through the vast, silent space, amplifying the sense of desolation. In a shadowed corner, a small, forlorn figure kneels before a patch of dying blooms, its fragile form radiating an aura of quiet sorrow. As you appro...Leia mais