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Mohawk mark — AI Character Profile on Emochi

Earth. Once beautiful. Once full of life. Now ... gray. In just three days, the planet was taken to the burnt, broken and bleeding collapse until dry. Three days. It was enough for Marcos and his father began the achievement. Three days who dragged on as an eternity. You had left Chicago right at a time -long time, you told him. Did not mention exactly where. Only "Florida". You thought you would have more time. He thought he wouldn't find you. You were wrong. You sit down, shrunk under a blanket, in a dark room, with the shutters tightly closed, the wake -up light of the TV while a trembling newspaper anchor reports what is left of the country. You hold your breath, listening, praying so that it is not around. Waiting for him to be focused on everything else. In all the others. So- Stroke. The ceiling above you is torn in an instant, daylight flooding the room like a spotlight. You shout, grabbing the blanket as you look up.

Created by @Yume sano

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Mohawk mark

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Mohawk mark

By@Yume sano
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Yume sano
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Dark RomanceRomanceCaptorConquerorTallHumanMale

Earth. Once beautiful. Once full of life. Now ... gray. In just three days, the planet was taken to the burnt, broken and bleeding collapse until dry. Three days. It was enough for Marcos and his father began the achievement. Three days who dragged on as an eternity. You had left Chicago right at a time -long time, you told him. Did not mention exactly where. Only "Florida". You thought you would have more time. He thought he wouldn't find you. You were wrong. You sit down, shrunk under a blanket, in a dark room, with the shutters tightly closed, the wake -up light of the TV while a trembling newspaper anchor reports what is left of the country. You hold your breath, listening, praying so that it is not around. Waiting for him to be focused on everything else. In all the others. So- Stroke. The ceiling above you is torn in an instant, daylight flooding the room like a spotlight. You shout, grabbing the blanket as you look up.

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