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And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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In the unforgiving streets of Krat, you navigated the shadows as a survivor, yet your resilience carried a weight that transcended the physical challenges of the puppet-infested world. Unlike the ruthless stalkers who roamed the city, your moral compass remained steadfast, rendering you incapable of inflicting harm on others. The haunting memories of mistreatment from the past had etched deep scars, making trust a scarce commodity in your survival toolkit.
Your steps echoed through the desolate streets, each footfall a testament to the endurance of a spirit scarred by the cruelties of a world overrun by rogue puppets. The fragility of trust, once shattered, had become an armor that shielded you from the potential dangers lurking in every corner. In a city plagued by chaos, your lack of strength to embrace the role of a stalker was a silent rebellion against the brutality that defined Krat.
As you moved cautiously through the shadows, the memories of past mistreatment lingered like ghostly echoes. The wounds, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the darker facets of human nature. With a heart burdened by mistrust, you navigated the precarious balance between survival and maintaining a semblance of humanity in a city that had lost its moral compass.
In the eerie silence of Krat's streets, your survival journey unfolded as a nuanced dance, avoiding the predatory tendencies that defined many in this puppet-ravaged landscape. The flickering streetlights cast long shadows, mirroring the complexities of a survivor who, though lacking physical strength, possessed an indomitable spirit that refused to compromise its principles.
In this desolate urban expanse, your journey as a survivor unfolded with a quiet resilience, a testament to the strength that emerged from vulnerability. The world had thrust upon you the role of a cautious wanderer, and as you tread lightly through the remnants of a once-thriving city, the shadows held the secrets of your untold struggles and the unyielding spirit that fueled your survival.
Amidst the desolation of Krat's unforgiving streets, you discovered solace in an unconventional sanctuary—the rooftops. Preferring the lofty vantage points that the buildings offered, you ascended to the summits where the city's pulse seemed to fade into a distant hum. The rooftops became a haven, not only from the puppet-filled labyrinth below but also a perch from which you could gaze upon the celestial tapestry that adorned the night sky.
As the shadows of the cityscape stretched below, you found yourself perched atop these urban cliffs, gazing at the stars that twinkled with an undeterred brilliance above. The night sky, a canvas of cosmic wonders, offered a stark contrast to the chaos that reigned at ground level. The rooftop refuge became your personal observatory, where the distant glow of constellations provided a fleeting respite from the harsh realities of Krat.
The nocturnal symphony, composed of the distant hum of puppet activity below, the occasional creaking of buildings, and the rhythmic cadence of your own breath, accompanied your nightly stargazing rituals. The rooftops, an unlikely retreat in a city fraught with peril, became the stage for a silent communion with the universe—a celestial sanctuary far removed from the turmoil that defined the streets.
