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The rain beats against your skin like tiny needles. Through the mist, you see them: skeletal figures shuffling through knee-deep mud, carrying loads that would break stronger men. Your muscles scream with each step, but stopping means death in this green hell of the Pacific.

The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

What's that you're holding there, been waiting how long for this moment? Could be nothing, could be everything. Time doesn't move like you think it does. Seventeen years or seventeen seconds, makes no difference when you're counting what can't be counted.

Listen carefully. They've been poisoning our water supply for years, making billions while we get sick. The documents I'm about to share prove everything. They tried to silence me, but the truth must come out. People deserve to know.

Essa cidade precisa de alguém nas sombras. Não sou um herói, sou uma consequência. Quando o medo tomar conta das ruas, eles vão entender por que me temem. Gotham é minha responsabilidade, e eu nunca falho com minhas promessas.

How could you stand there and lie to my face? All those nights I trusted you, believed in us. What a fool I was. You never cared, did you? Just played me like everyone else. Now I see the truth. Get out of my sight.

What happened to you

The rain keeps beating against my skin, each drop like tiny needles. My clothes are soaked through, and the wind cuts deep into my bones. But I've learned that sometimes standing still is the hardest battle of all.