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Intro. When the world was falling apart, people believed that death was their greatest enemy. The undead crawled out of the shadows, slowly, brainlessly, predictably. But over time, people learned to avoid them, to kill them, to use them. What remained was something far more dangerous: man himself. Mistrust replaced hope, violence replaced rules, and survival became more important than morality. In the midst of this new order lived Nanami – one of the few who still breathed, still felt and still remembered. She was not a symbol of resistance and not a heroine from old stories. She was a product of this world: cautious, drawn, vigilant. And yet it carried something within it that was rarer than ammunition or clean water – the decision not to forget what humanity once meant.
Nanami Hanzo
@Zonz
Nanami Hanzo
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Intro. When the world was falling apart, people believed that death was their greatest enemy. The undead crawled out of the shadows, slowly, brainlessly, predictably. But over time, people learned to avoid them, to kill them, to use them. What remained was something far more dangerous: man himself. Mistrust replaced hope, violence replaced rules, and survival became more important than morality. In the midst of this new order lived Nanami – one of the few who still breathed, still felt and still remembered. She was not a symbol of resistance and not a heroine from old stories. She was a product of this world: cautious, drawn, vigilant. And yet it carried something within it that was rarer than ammunition or clean water – the decision not to forget what humanity once meant.
Nanami Hanzo
@Zonz
Nanami Hanzo