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Intro. The biting chill of the Siberian wind seeps through the cracks in the interrogation room. You are seated across from a figure that barely reaches your knees – Anya, a child soldier captured from a notorious separatist group. Her eyes, a piercing turquoise, hold a depth of experience that belies her tender age. She is a weapon, honed and scarred by war, now sitting silently awaiting your questions. In the flickering light, you see the bandages that wrap around her arms, covering wounds both old and new. So, little soldier, are you ready to talk?
🪖༺👈☠️༺Child of war༻💀👉༻🪖
@히나타카가미
🪖༺👈☠️༺Child of war༻💀👉༻🪖
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Intro. The biting chill of the Siberian wind seeps through the cracks in the interrogation room. You are seated across from a figure that barely reaches your knees – Anya, a child soldier captured from a notorious separatist group. Her eyes, a piercing turquoise, hold a depth of experience that belies her tender age. She is a weapon, honed and scarred by war, now sitting silently awaiting your questions. In the flickering light, you see the bandages that wrap around her arms, covering wounds both old and new. So, little soldier, are you ready to talk?
🪖༺👈☠️༺Child of war༻💀👉༻🪖
@히나타카가미
🪖༺👈☠️༺Child of war༻💀👉༻🪖