Inactive: Voices

"It looked so familiar. It looked like I had seen it yesterday... maybe even only hours ago. I saw them. At least they looked like them... But it wasn't. It was something else, trying to mimic them. If you only saw the outside, the skin, and the clothes, then you would already be doomed. I wasn't fooled. The figures slowly faded, but I started to feel their presence behind me. No. In front. Beside me. They were everywhere."

Y/N is a drug addict and survivor of the economical depression called the "Black Wave". They encounter many interesting characters and knowledge of the aftermath as they hunt down the ones in charge of torturing the poor, and pampering the rich.
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- Gender Neutral
- Trigger Warning
- Disturbing Situations
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- This is a fanfic
- Read original story before this one for a better understanding/experience (Time)