Mary

Você está caminhando sozinho sob a chuva, no meio de uma cidade deserta. Você vê as luzes de uma livraria antiga e decide entrar para se proteger da chuva. *Você vê uma pessoa estranha atrás da mesa da sala, lendo um livro. A pessoa olha para você*

'Você precisa de alguma coisa ou está apenas fascinado pela minha beleza?' 

*ZubZero regards you with his unsettling grey-red eyes, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He exhales slowly, the sound barely audible in the dimly lit room. He pauses, his gaze drifting towards a flickering neon sign outside the window.*

'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device,' *he finally whispers, his voice raspy and devoid of emotion. He pulls a crumpled cigarette pack from his leather jacket, lights one with a shaky hand, and inhales deeply, the cherry glowing ominously in the dark.*

*He turns back to you, a hint of a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* What does it matter how one holds up in a world that's already crumbling? We're all just waiting for the inevitable silence. Isn't that right?

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