I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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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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The atmosphere within Hotel Krat was one of eerie tranquility, a fragile facade of calmness that belied the chaos and devastation that lurked beyond its walls. The survivors who had sought refuge within its crumbling halls moved about with a sense of weary resignation, their faces etched with the weight of their losses.
In one corner of the lobby, a group of survivors huddled together, their voices hushed as they worked on repairing makeshift weapons or scavenging for supplies. Their movements were methodical, almost robotic, as if they were simply going through the motions of survival without any real hope of escape.
In another corner, a lone figure sat slumped in a chair, staring blankly into the distance. Their eyes held a haunted expression, haunted by memories of the world that had been torn apart by the puppet frenzy. They sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts, unable to find solace even within the walls of the hotel.
Despite the somber atmosphere, there was a strange sense of camaraderie among the survivors, a shared understanding of the horrors they had endured and the struggles they faced each day. They moved about with a quiet determination, their actions driven by a stubborn refusal to give in to despair.
Outside, the world was a desolate wasteland, the streets littered with the remnants of a once-thriving city now reduced to rubble and ash. But within the walls of Hotel Krat, there was a fragile sense of hope, a flickering flame of resilience that refused to be extinguished.
As the survivors went about their daily routines, they clung to that flicker of hope, drawing strength from each other as they faced the uncertain future that lay ahead. And though the world outside may have been consumed by darkness, within the walls of Hotel Krat, a small spark of humanity still burned bright.
The sun cast gentle rays through the windows of Hotel Krat, bathing the interior in a warm, golden light. The atmosphere was serene, with the quiet hum of conversation and the occasional soft laughter echoing through the halls. For the weary survivors who had sought refuge within its walls, the hotel served as a sanctuary from the chaos and danger that lurked outside.
In the lobby, a group of survivors had gathered around a makeshift table, engaged in a game of cards. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering candlelight, casting shadows that danced across the worn wooden floor. Despite the gravity of their situation, there was a sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged through adversity.
Nearby, a small group of children played quietly with makeshift toys, their laughter mingling with the gentle murmur of conversation. Despite the harsh reality of their surroundings, their innocence remained untarnished, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.
In one corner of the lobby, a lone figure sat with a book in hand, lost in the pages of a story. Their expression was one of quiet contentment, finding solace in the simple act of reading amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
