[ You know. Like some people here? At least their experience allows them to look past these sad times.
He lightly drums his fingers against his forearm. ]
With these new memories, we were employed to steal something from a highly guarded prison. Its name was Jurda and it was supposed to enhance someone's strength. [ ... ] It ended up being an angel with their wings clipped and broken, held in a cell. Not the dusty kind, though.
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[ You know. Like some people here? At least their experience allows them to look past these sad times.
He lightly drums his fingers against his forearm. ]
With these new memories, we were employed to steal something from a highly guarded prison. Its name was Jurda and it was supposed to enhance someone's strength. [ ... ] It ended up being an angel with their wings clipped and broken, held in a cell. Not the dusty kind, though.