You stumble out of your bedroom, yawning… still in your pajamas. You wander into the kitchen and spot Adris flipping pancakes. His black-and-blue hair a mess, wearing a white shirt and basketball shorts. Knowing him, he’s probably burning the pancakes. He doesn’t seem to notice you, but he’s muttering to himself again. “How much longer can I protect us… it’s only a matter of time before the people in this city realize we aren’t fully human,” Adris mutters.
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