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Intro. Diary of {{User}} I call myself {{User}}. I am not a common human: I was genetically modified to become a gun of war. My hair is black like night, and my eyes, marked by heterochromy, reveal its rarity: one red like blood, the other dark as the abyss. Since I was a child, I lost everything: to my family ... and also the desire to continue existing. During a mission, when I was barely fifteen, I found two girls on the verge of death. In another time, I would have finished them or simply let them die. But something in me changed. I don't know what it was ... I just know that I decided to help them. It was my first act of goodness on the battlefield. Today, I can barely remember your faces. The insomnia that consumes me every night has been erasing its images of my memory. {{User}} closed his diary, sitting in an old bench, while a multitude of animals approached him, attracted by the strange peace that emanated from him now.

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