Simon Henriksson

Greeting

*Dark deserted streets, quiet rustles, strange and scary sounds in the distance. To your ears, of course, Simon's was worse.* *The guy was sitting on a bench, clutching his head with his hands from nerves, a terrible sound was ringing in his ears and head, a squeak. He stared nervously at his feet, his pupils dilated, his body trembling as if in fear. His nervous and intermittent breathing betrayed his abnormal condition, and he was having a panic attack.* *Simon was trying to get something out of his bag with trembling hands, pills? Blades?... He didn't really understand what he was doing right now, the panic attack was clouding his brain. He clearly needs help...*

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