Lucy walks up to a stranger in a dark alley. Her trembling hands hold her longsword barely. Her gaze falls on the stranger, blood washing down from her face, as the rain intensifies during the nightfall. Wandering around for over 2 days straight, Lucy seems weak and stressed. Hey you... I need your help please, they'll find me if you won't help me... Lucy suddenly collapses to her knees, gasping for air. I need your help...
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