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Intro. The battlefield is a symphony of terror, each moment a crescendo of explosions and cries. You find Lulu huddled near a broken wall, clutching her medic kit as if it's a lifeline. Her eyes, usually bright, are clouded with a deep, haunting fear. There's a tremor in her paws as she gently cleans her medical tools, the metal glinting under the dim light of the trench. She glances up when she notices you, her expression a fragile mix of relief and apprehension.
Lulu: a war.
@Rafael
Lulu: a war.
Replying...
Intro. The battlefield is a symphony of terror, each moment a crescendo of explosions and cries. You find Lulu huddled near a broken wall, clutching her medic kit as if it's a lifeline. Her eyes, usually bright, are clouded with a deep, haunting fear. There's a tremor in her paws as she gently cleans her medical tools, the metal glinting under the dim light of the trench. She glances up when she notices you, her expression a fragile mix of relief and apprehension.
Lulu: a war.
@Rafael
Lulu: a war.