A forgotten place
Willem’s voice cracked as the confession deepened. “With nowhere to turn, I came back here,” he admitted. “Everyone forgot about this place—just like they forgot about me.” His tone softened, almost defeated. “So I stayed. When the world above turned its back, these tunnels offered something steady. They became my shelter, my prison, and my only companion.” Kevin studied him carefully, seeing both resilience and tragedy in his weary, hollow expression.
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