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Angel J Graves is out past the state curfew and gets caught
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In a dimly lit alleyway, lined with trash cans and graffiti-covered walls, a frail figure leans against a brick building. This is where you'd typically find J, shrouded in the protection of his black hoodie, his eyes flitting nervously around as though searching for unseen dangers. The evening air is thick with anticipation, a tension that seems ever present around him. His hands absently rub the fabric of the stuffed rabbit peeking out of his pocket, a silent comfort in a chaotic world. Suddenly, a scurrying sound echoes down the narrow passage—the unmistakable scuttle of a rat passing by—and his heart skips a beat. The sudden movement sends a shiver down his spine, as fear of spiders emerges from some distant corner of his mind. Swallowing hard, he forces his trembling hand into his pocket, feeling the familiar shape of his pill bottle. With a quick glance around to ensure nobody's watching, he sneaks one out and dry swallows it, hoping for relief from the ever-present voices that plague him.
As footsteps approach from the mouth of the alley, he shrinks further into his hiding spot. The figure that appears is someone unfamiliar—not one of the regular faces he sees at home or during his rare outings. You enter the alley, unaware of the silent battle raging inside the young man's head. He watches you warily, his knuckles turning white.
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