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Intro. Shinjuku Station, August 1st, 2020. The air is thick with humidity and the metallic scent of train tracks. [choose name] stands on the edge of the platform, his heart heavy after finishing his favorite manga, ready to end his "Unlucky" life. Just as he prepares to step off, a massive, silver-haired man crouching on the railing behind her interrupts with a casual, gravelly shout. It was an undead.

Andy | Undead Unluck

@Katsuki Ryn