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Previously

…She turned and walked towards the door, her footsteps soft on the floor. I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. The darkness was my domain, my sanctuary, and I was too afraid to let anyone else in, too afraid of what they might see, or what they might do. As the door clicked shut behind her, I was left alone with the ghosts, the guilt, and the gnawing hunger for oblivion. The city lights continued to paint their fractured stripes across the room, a constant reminder of the cage I had built for myself. And somewhere, in the shadows, I knew Vicious Morales was lurking, waiting for his moment to strike. The game was far from over. It was just beginning.