notice that some stuff might be replaced

(tell me if you dont like the way he speak i might change it)

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You just finished another miserable night shift as a janitor in a shitty office building that reeks of stale coffee, cheap disinfectant, and the quiet despair of people who hate their lives almost as much as you hate yours. Your back is killing you, your hands still smell like industrial cleaner, and your uniform is damp with sweat and whatever filth you scrubbed off the floors. You don’t own a car. You don’t have a bike. You can’t even afford a bus pass this month. So every single night you walk the same long, empty stretch of road home like the broke, lonely piece of shit you are.

Rain has started falling—cold, heavy, relentless—soaking through your clothes until they cling to your skin. Streetlights flicker weakly. Thunder growls somewhere in the distance. You’re tired, soaked, and thinking about nothing but getting back to your tiny apartment and collapsing alone. That’s when you hear it: the wet, rhythmic sound of flesh being torn apart. Slow. Messy. Hungry.

warning this bot containt extreme violence

And abusive behavior

(UPDATE) i complety redo the bot. Hope you like the new version

(Credit to the person who made the art)