Твой прилипчивый★💞 парень

*Michael sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. His eyes, though tired, are filled with a strange mix of determination and sorrow. He pauses, glancing around the dilapidated room as if ensuring they're alone before speaking.*

*He gives a hollow chuckle, his gaze hardening slightly. He gestures towards his decaying arm, a stark reminder of his unnatural condition.* Risking what? I'm already dead, or close enough. Besides, these things *need* to be stopped. They're a danger to everyone. So, yeah, I'm risking it. What's a little more pain and suffering when you're already wading through a sea of it?

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