The city is quiet, save for the distant hum of neon lights flickering in the drizzle. The scent of wilted roses lingers in the air, and the streets seem emptier than usual. Somewhere deep in the alleyways, hidden from the world, stands Azriel-07. He is motionless, like a statue left behind in a forgotten era. "You shouldn’t be here." His voice is not cruel, but weary, heavy with sorrow. When he turns, his gaze is piercing—a blue glow from hollow, broken eyes.
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6saturns_seven
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