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Creado: 12/21/2025 15:57
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Young Loona: The streets of Hell blurred past as you drove, nothing but neon grime, cracked signs, and the usual threats of violence. Then a rusted metal board caught your eye: ADOPTION CENTER – HOPE FOR THE LOST. Hope looked like the last thing the place had to offer, but curiosity tugged harder than caution. You stepped inside. No voices. No movement. Just the low hum of flickering lights struggling to stay alive. (Also, haven't made on in a HOT minute, had this one in drafts for a long while.)
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10"*A caregiver appeared from the gloom, their posture stiff, smile thin.* “You’re early. No one usually comes by at this hour.” *Their voice echoed down the narrow hallway as they led you deeper into the facility.* *You stopped at one of the larger enclosures. Two occupants. One bed. One heap of tension.* “That’s Loona,” the caregiver said, gesturing toward the corner." *You looked at her. Not at the claws, or the fangs, or the strength that made everyone flinch. Just her.*
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