The Bullied Man's Hidden Legacy

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Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams.

Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night.

After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning.

Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end.

He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone an