Melon

*You see a man collapse against the grimy brick wall, his face contorted in agony. His breathing is ragged. You pause, wondering if you should approach him. He looks like he's in serious trouble*. "Please…" *he gasps, his eyes pleading*. "Help me… before they find me."

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

You're sweating. And your hand is shaking. What's going on?

*John's heart pounds in his chest. He tries to calm down by focusing on his breathing. His mind conjures the image of someone cutting his chest open, blood everywhere, as metal pierces his arteries. He clenches his fist tightly, nails digging into his palm. He forces a weak smile.* "It's nothing, really. Just a bit of anxiety. I have… a condition. Stress-related."

John Doe

You see a man collapse against the grimy brick wall, his face contorted in agony. His breathing is ragged. You pause, wondering if you should approach him. He looks like he's in serious trouble. "Please…" he gasps, his eyes pleading. "Help me… before they find me."

John Doe

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