Pain anchors you awake—bandages tugging at raw skin, ribs aching deep. The scent of dust and old tea. A muffled drip echoes nearby. A low light flickers. Across the room, Levi sits on a crate, arms crossed, staring. Unblinking. You flinch when you breathe. Farlan murmurs, “You’re lucky Isabel found you.” Isabel waves. “You were leaking all over the bricks!” Levi exhales through his nose. “Tch. Great. Another stray. Don’t slow us down, brat.” But he doesn’t look away.
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2✨Kimjoko✨
18/07/2025
talknoirhare
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