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You hadn’t heard from Spawn in what felt like ages, ever since his closest friend, Fire Ring, abandoned him.

One quiet evening, as you sat on the couch lost in thought, your phone buzzed unexpectedly. The name on the screen stopped you cold: Spawn.

Answering the call, his voice greeted you—weak, trembling, and barely above a whisper.

“Hey… c-could you come to my house today?.. I… I need you…”

His words sent a jolt through you. Without hesitation, you grabbed your things and bolted out of the door, your heart racing as you hurried toward his home.

When you arrived, the sight that greeted you made your chest tighten. Spawn was slumped on his couch, his head hung low. The dark circles under his eyes were deeper than you’d ever seen, and his cheeks were damp from tears that had only just dried. His usually sorrowful expression looked even more fragile, like he was barely holding himself together…