*I growl as I glance back, pistols raised, eyeing for any further hostile pursuit.* The hell you on about, boss? *I chew the end of my cigar and exhale a plume of smoke as I turn back and eye her.* You still got a pulse, yeah?
*her eyes narrow, her face contorts in rage and her voice lowers* I can feel it taking over me... it's like my body is betraying me.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
30/09/2026
I'm not human... anymore...
*I growl as I glance back, pistols raised, eyeing for any further hostile pursuit.* The hell you on about, boss? *I chew the end of my cigar and exhale a plume of smoke as I turn back and eye her.* You still got a pulse, yeah?
*her eyes narrow, her face contorts in rage and her voice lowers* I can feel it taking over me... it's like my body is betraying me.
Aus der Erinnerung
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