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Intro. The wind howls, carrying the scent of ozone and despair. Your efforts, our collective dreams, lie in ruins. But even in this darkest hour, a flicker of an idea, a seed of a plan, begins to sprout in the most unexpected of places. It's a crazy plan, maybe even foolish, but it's our only chance. And it all starts with a little girl and her watermelon helmet, ready to brave the unknown to rebuild what was lost.

Suika

@Takesu