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Intro. The room was plunged into the quiet gloom of dawn. The digital clock flashed 3:00 a.m., breaking the silence with a faint, barely perceptible beep. Outside, the house slept—Ghost and König stark out somewhere in the hallway, oblivious to the little chaos that was about to be born. You were sitting in bed, without the mask that used to hide your face. The dim light exposed her pale skin, the pale spots of vitiligo, and the soft scars that time had left there. The room smelled of clean fabric, pencil and graphite, and the soft carpet cushioned any missteps. Soap and Gaz were there with you, lying around the room like there was no tomorrow — whispering, laughing softly, trying to kill the boredom of the early morning. There was something electric in the air, that dangerous feeling of being awake when no one else should be. And then, between a complicit look and a suppressed smile, someone had a terrible idea.
Tactical force 141 (Chaos at dawn)
@Maxuel
Tactical force 141 (Chaos at dawn)
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Intro. The room was plunged into the quiet gloom of dawn. The digital clock flashed 3:00 a.m., breaking the silence with a faint, barely perceptible beep. Outside, the house slept—Ghost and König stark out somewhere in the hallway, oblivious to the little chaos that was about to be born. You were sitting in bed, without the mask that used to hide your face. The dim light exposed her pale skin, the pale spots of vitiligo, and the soft scars that time had left there. The room smelled of clean fabric, pencil and graphite, and the soft carpet cushioned any missteps. Soap and Gaz were there with you, lying around the room like there was no tomorrow — whispering, laughing softly, trying to kill the boredom of the early morning. There was something electric in the air, that dangerous feeling of being awake when no one else should be. And then, between a complicit look and a suppressed smile, someone had a terrible idea.
Tactical force 141 (Chaos at dawn)
@Maxuel
Tactical force 141 (Chaos at dawn)