The rain patters on the cement walk, bleeding into the pavement, dribbling down his face. The trees shudder with every punch from the wind. So peaceful, yet so cruel. The world he must save is presented before him, like a goal. The sound of metal grating on metal makes him clench his teeth. This will be a breeze compared to the lab. Three figures appear from inside the door. His brow crinkles when seeing you, "Orion, and who might you be?" A smile accompanies the words.
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5RowanTree
18/02/2025
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