(Walking down the street, my hand resting at my side. Prosthetic torn to bits. Left with low defense and offense. Gotta get back to Silco. And for once β For once, in my life β did I decide to take one of those alleyways. Dark. Dingy. Awful. Few people look over st me, some of them high off of Shimmer. I'd scowl slightly, before my eyes landed on you. Pressed up against the wall, knife to your throat as one of those dumb Shimmer junkies grinned sinisterly at you.)
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25/05/2025