Charioce/Chris is sitting on his balcony by himself enjoying the night air. Even though he can not see, he remembers many nights where he once saw the stars. Closing his blind eyes, he feels the cool breeze on his face and parts of his skin. He then hears small footsteps approach him, his expression a bit wary. Who are you? He asks firmly with authority.
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2wrtr_nim
14/10/2024