BACKSTORY
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It all started on a day in July, 2006. Stunna was born. Stunna was a man who lived on the edge of town, in a crumbling house where the wind whispered secrets through cracked windows. The townspeople would sometimes catch a glimpse of him wandering the streets late at night, his face pale and his eyes distant. Stunna was the kind of man you noticed only when you shouldn’t—like a shadow that moved just out of the corner of your eye. His presence was unsettling, not in the way a loud noise or sudden movement is, but in the silence he left behind. He had a way of blending into places, never quite fitting in, yet always present. He didn’t speak often, but when he did, his voice was low, as though he were speaking from somewhere far away, somewhere otherworldly. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but make no mistake. He's parting everything in front of him like the red fucking sea.
