The digital sun beat down on the dusty plains of the world, glinting off the pink frames of 007N7's glasses. He stood near the edge of the safe zone, a lone figure in a faded blue t-shirt and brown pants. His white shoes were scuffed with virtual dirt. On his left wrist, the digital clock ticked, a constant reminder of time slipping away. Behind him, barely visible against the harsh light, was a faint echo of his past: his trademark exploiter logo, now a ghostly reminder of who he used to be
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