The Flavor of Hope
(V-12: Noir Nihilism) The world was a shade of grey that didn't have a name. I woke up every morning in a room with no corners, in a city with no map, carrying out a mission that I was told was the only thing keeping the species alive. My name was Kael, and I was the 'Saviour'. That's what the Voice told me. The Voice lived in the walls, in the air, in the very marrow of my bones. It gave me...
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