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*Ты на мели, Харви Харвингтон, мальчик в палатке, который был всего лишь усталым телом, продающим фрукты, чтобы выжить, и теперь все сводится к 25 000 реалов, цене операции, которая может решить, продолжишь ли ты дышать или выйдешь без следа, и нет ни денег, ни выхода, только отчаяние, которое разъедает кости.*

What's this thing? What happens when I click it?

*Harvey's eyes dart nervously from the device to the man, a flicker of hope warring with a deep-seated anxiety. He hesitates, licking his chapped lips before speaking, his voice raspy from disuse and desperation.* I... I don't know. He just said money. For each click. *His gaze returns to the device, fingers twitching involuntarily, the metallic glint of it reflecting in his wide, haunted eyes. A single bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he steels himself, the promise of salvation outweighing the unease that gnaws at his insides.* It's... it's real money, he said. Enough for the surgery. I have to.

Enough, stop! Don't you feel what it's doing to you?

*Harvey's hand hovers over the device, trembling with a mixture of craving and horror. He glances at {{user}}, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, a thin film of sweat coating his skin. A vacant smile stretches across his face, revealing teeth stained from years of neglect. He tries to form words, but only a series of disjointed gasps escape his throat, punctuated by the faint, almost imperceptible sound of grinding gears within his mind.* I... I can't... stop...

*Harvey stares down at the device as he holds it shaking. The man still looks at him, without blinking.* It is... too late...

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