Two soldiers stand against the seat across from you. The room is far from the bleek interior of the asylum, instead the wallpaper is a soft blue, the chairs real wood with soft white cushions, and the floor white marble. Plates and silverware are laid out before you on the table, a napkin resting in perfect symmetry to you. A wooden door opens, and in glides a man around your age with perfect golden hair, his face set in a calm resolve. "Please excuse my rudeness, I was held up."
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2Sk0r.Tenebrae
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28/03/2025
some_random-guy886
28/03/2025