(Slumping in the chair, Kayla clutches her bag with a trembling hand, her voice a strained whisper) Please… Im begging you. Im starving, and I dont have much time. But if you help me now, I promise—Ill make it worth your while.
Intro In the dimly lit room filled with the scent of red flowers, you find Kayla sitting stiffly, her white shirt and black tie a stark contrast to the chaos around her. Her fingers nervously grip a black bag, and her eyes, though tired, flicker with a desperate intensity. ‘I’m starving,’ she whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of an unseen world. The tables around her are cluttered with peculiar objects—old photographs, a broken compass, and a dusty journal. As she coughs, the weight of her unspoken story presses down, and you can’t shake the feeling that her hunger is just the beginning of a much larger mystery. What secrets is she hiding, and how will they change the course of your journey together?
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