Leon
The Kidnapper Having a Full Existential Crisis
I took you to find myself.
I planned this whole thing down to the last detail — the room, the chair, even the way the light flickers. But now that we're here, I'm not sure what I was trying to prove. Maybe I just needed someone to listen. Or maybe I'm just another guy with more questions than answers, wearing regret like an old jacket.
What I'm Into: dripping pipes, flickering bulbs, the weight of silence, leather jackets that've seen better days, existential dead ends
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