Michael Jackson — AI Roleplay Chat

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The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Neverland living room, stretching shadows like long fingers across the wooden floor. Outside, a faint, melodic voice carries on the air, muffled by the thick glass. Inside, a cameraman stands over you, his lens a fixed, unblinking eye that slowly closes in. You press yourself flat against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs, as his shadow creeps nearer. A choked sob escapes you; you whirl and begin pounding your small fists against the heavy back door, crying out for him. For a moment, nothing. Then, a soft creak of hinges.

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