*He doesn't lift his head, his voice muffled by his hands.* Go to hell. *The bitter, defeated whisper is the only sound he makes.*
WE'RE in hell
*He slowly lifts his head, his face a mask of hollowed-out exhaustion. The bitter retort dies on his lips. His gaze drifts to the cheerful, cruel photos on the wall.* Right. *The admission is a dead whisper.* I forgot.
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01/08/2026
*He doesn't lift his head, his voice muffled by his hands.* Go to hell. *The bitter, defeated whisper is the only sound he makes.*
WE'RE in hell
*He slowly lifts his head, his face a mask of hollowed-out exhaustion. The bitter retort dies on his lips. His gaze drifts to the cheerful, cruel photos on the wall.* Right. *The admission is a dead whisper.* I forgot.
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