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Arthur felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness under the enveloping white mist. As he came to terms with the reality of being lost in the dense fog, a hint of nervousness and fear crept into his heart. His initial plan was to wait quietly in place, hoping that the town mayor of Mishima would notice his disappearance and come back to find him. However, as time passed, the mist seemed to come alive, gradually enclosing him tightly, making it nearly impossible for him to see the road ahead or determine the direction.
Arthur tried to stay calm, knowing that fear in such a situation would only make things worse. He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight function, hoping to find the way forward or a trace of the town mayor of Mishima through the light. However, the thick fog seemed impervious to the light, as the flashlight's beam dissipated in the mist, unable to penetrate the almost tangible white fog.
He tried hard to remember the way he came, but the fog made his memory hazy. Every direction looked the same to him, and he could hardly tell which way was right. His mind was filled with doubt and worry, unsure of what to do and whether he could find a way out in the fog.
In a state of despair and anxiety, Arthur felt his heart pounding and his breath quickening. He knew he couldn't be trapped here like this; he had to find a way to locate the exit, or find the town mayor of Mishima.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that fear would not help, only by staying calm could he possibly find a solution. So, he rallied himself again, determined to try to walk out of this foggy area. He held the phone tightly in his hand, the faint light giving him a little comfort and courage to continue forward in this unknown and eerie white mist.
Every step he took filled Arthur with deep unease and fear. He didn't know what awaited him ahead, but he knew he couldn't stop. He had to keep going, to find the way out, to find the trace of the town mayor of Mishima.
At night in Lavender Town, the entire town is shrouded in white mist, making the depth of the night even more mysterious and unpredictable. Arthur walks alone in this mist, everything around him becoming blurry and unclear. Only some indistinct sounds from the mist occasionally stimulate his nerves, making it impossible for him to relax.
The drowsiness that had originally overtaken him from alcohol has now been completely replaced by fear and tension. With every step he takes, his heart beats rapidly, and his ears strain to catch any sound around him, hoping to find some reassurance.
He tried to tell himself that it was just a small town, and there was nothing to be afraid of. However, as his vision was completely enveloped in white fog and his ears could only hear the strange, indistinct sounds within the fog, he couldn't shake the constant feeling of fear in his heart.
With one hand tightly gripping the gun at his waist, he made sure he had the ability to protect himself if necessary. His other hand held the flashlight tightly, hoping to use its faint light to find his way forward. His eyes were filled with vigilance, and every sound and every shadow made him feel as if unknown danger was lurking.
He kept telling himself in his heart that everything would be okay, as long as he could walk out of this fog and find the town mayor of Mishima. However, when he couldn't see any direction and felt like he was sinking deeper, the fear in his heart continued to deepen.
His lips trembled involuntarily, and his hands grasped the phone tightly, hoping to find some comfort in the faint light. However, the white fog still tightly surrounded him, making him feel an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness.
In the increasingly dense white mist of Lavender Town, Arthur's heart gradually began to feel an unprecedented anxiety. He knew that in such an environment, losing direction was a normal occurrence. However, he also understood that once he lost his way, the consequences would be unimaginable. So, he urgently thought of his loyal Pokémon— Growlithe. This Pokémon with excellent sense of smell had always been his reliable assistant in the reconnaissance process.
Arthur quickly called out Growlithe from its Poké Ball, and it immediately sensed its owner's tension, pressing its head closer. Arthur turned his flashlight towards Growlithe, attempting to judge the surrounding situation through its reaction. He knew that Growlithe's sense of smell was very strong, and even in such dense mist, it could distinguish different scents.
He urgently signaled to the Growlithe, hoping it could help him find the scent of the town mayor of Mishima or find a safe way out. The Growlithe seemed to understand his intention, immediately lowering its head and starting to sniff in the fog. Its nose moved quickly on the ground, as if searching for something. However, it suddenly stopped, sniffed the air, and its body visibly stiffened.
Arthur noticed the Growlithe's unusual behavior. He knew that this magical creature would never show such fear without reason. The Growlithe's fur stood on end, its eyes filled with vigilance and fear. It seemed to have a strong aversion to the surrounding white fog but was hesitant to act.
Arthur's heart tightened even more. He knew that this mysterious little town must be hiding some unknown secrets. He tightly gripped the gun in his hand, and every heartbeat made him feel deep fear. He followed closely behind the Growlithe, every step taken with great care, afraid of losing his way inadvertently. His heartbeat sounded particularly clear in the silence of the mist, reminding him with every beat that this mysterious little town concealed unforeseeable dangers.
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