Home is where my heart is, where I belong.

"All of us saw that scar you covered up with make-up. Don't even preach about family in front of me when you can't even stand up against your alcoholic, abusive, douchebag, scumbag husband."

Family and Home... I've got them right on that computer screen in front of me.

The digital realm offered a brief escape, a fleeting illusion of control amidst the chaos of his reality.

I just want to rest. I want to wake up to see the world as it was when I fell asleep.

[Why aren't you even worried in the slightest bit? We're about to fucking fight them monsters and it's basically a suicide mission!]

Sheriff Boyd appeared on the screen, yelling. After finishing his line, his manic grin widened, his laughter tinged with madness as he rallied everyone for what felt like a death march.

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"Sheriff Boyd... you're a really cool and dependable leader."

A glimmer of admiration flickered briefly. But that admiration gave way to self-doubt, a dark cloud eclipsing any semblance of hope or trust.

And speaking of being worried, when did I stop completely worrying about things?

Two fucking psychos holding guns could barge in and I wouldn't even feel a goddamn thing. When did I stop caring for my life?

A numbness settled in his soul, an abyss where fear and concern drowned in the void of his existence.

I could come across two fucking hoodlums robbing a person and I would watch them rob and beat the person up, completely unbothered. When did I stop caring for another person's life?

The darkness of his apathy enveloped him, suffocating any remnants of empathy or compassion.

Have I ascended into a superior being that no longer had any attachment to this earth or do I simply have a problem and need help?

The darkness of his apathy enveloped him, suffocating any remnants of empathy or compassion.

His final question lingered like a heavy cloud, a desperate plea for self-awareness veiled in denial and reluctance to seek help.

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Heh... That's it for him, he is the focus of the story for the next chapters. What do you think is his name? As if someone like you would guess it! JUST KIDDING!!!