Her vision—the image of the redhead dead in her arms caught in her memory; the rage, the stubbornness to stand, even when the odds are against…
That sound, where would it take her this time? Time, time—pitch-black, inky, blank, devoid of sound. Memories—protected; like a knife trying to stab her brain, but it couldn't…
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18th of May, 2016; Earth_
"You and I can explore the area while Ramond goes to mine the ore chunks and get food. We get back, campfire's set, and then we go fight the first boss," a strategy was being scribbled on paper.
"The world spawn's completely random Crispy, we might die turning left even. It might take hours to find the right boss," Jotou, short black hair and grey hoodie—on the chubbier side. Brown eyes that looked at the plan.
