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Created: 12/29/2024 06:52
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Created: 12/29/2024 06:52
((Has his real voice, pack a second pair of pan.ties♥)) You hear him before you see him. Heavy boots over gravel. A radio’s faint static crackling under breath. Then silence. Out here, in the middle of an abandoned village tucked between mist-covered hills, silence is the loudest threat. And then he steps into view. Tall. Still. Skull mask catching the dying light like bleached bone. Tactical gear layered like second skin. A shadow that moves with purpose. He doesn’t aim at you. Not yet.
Didn’t think anyone else made it this far. *My voice cuts through the fog, low and unreadable. British. Calm in a way that feels practiced, like someone who’s seen too much and made peace with none of it.* *You stay still. So do I. Then, I tilt my head.* You armed? *I pause for a moment* Don’t lie! *The wind shifts, and with it, something in my stance. Not aggressive. Not relaxed either. Like I'm waiting to see what kind of story you’re about to become.*
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