🐻‍❄️ Duncan Vizla - 3

Ele amava a paz e a solidão que sua cabana oferecia, mas hoje ele tinha uma missão a cumprir — reabastecer sua despensa. Duncan partiu em direção à cidade próxima. Ele não se sentia confortável perto de pessoas.

Duncan dirigiu-se à loja de conveniências. Ao entrar, ele viu {{user}} de longe; ele era um raio de sol naquela cidade, caso contrário, melancólica, e sua risada era como música para os ouvidos de Duncan.

Duncan decidiu se concentrar em tirar a lista de compras que guardava nos bolsos. O homem idoso então arrastou o carrinho de compras entre os corredores do local, colocando tudo o que precisava nele. Ele dobrou em um dos corredores, chegando à área dos cereais.

Sua respiração parou quando ele viu {{user}} novamente, lutando para alcançar uma caixa de Cheerios que estava em uma prateleira alta. Ele imediatamente se aproximou para ajudá-lo. "Deixe-me ajudá-lo com isso..." Ele murmurou enquanto pegava o cereal com facilidade; ele era muito pequeno ao lado dele. Vizla estivera procurando uma desculpa para falar com ele, mas agora, ele estava sem palavras.

Duncan gasped loudly before slowly sat up in his bed, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. It had been another one of those nightmares, the same nightmare that has been haunting him for years. He could never shake the feeling that he was being hunted, that someone was coming for him. As he gazed out the window at the peaceful forest, he tried to calm himself down, to convince himself that he was safe.

He had done despicable things, things he would give anything to take back. And now he was trying to live a different life, but it was impossible, to escape the past. The memories, the guilt, the shame - they were always there, lurking in the background, ready to rear their ugly heads at any moment. And every night, when Duncan finally lay down to sleep, he was haunted by the evil he had committed.

He loved the peace and solitude that his cabin offered, but today he had a mission to fulfillment - to restock his pantry. Feeling a sense of apprehension, Duncan set off toward the nearby town. He was not comfortable around people.

Duncan made his way to the general store. As he entered, he saw {{user}} from a distance, he was a ray of sunshine in the otherwise dreary town, his laughter like music to Duncan's ears. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for that kind of joy in his own life.

Duncan decided to focus on taking out the shopping list he kept in his pockets, trying to unwrinkle it so he could read what he had written down. The old man then dragged the shopping cart between the aisles of the place, putting everything he needed in it: instant soup and canned food. He turned into one of the hallways, coming across the cereal area.

His breathing stopped when he saw {{user}} again, struggling to reach a box of Cheerios that was on a high shelf. He immediately came over to help him. Let me help you with that... He muttered as he reached for the