The Weakest Don't Bow
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Last published Sat, Jan 18, 2020
An endless bus drive. Waking up to broken souls. Kids no older then the age of 14. A forgotten memory. One loose thread can't untie a whole headful of knots. When it hits, it hits big time.
"There IS static. It's not there, but I can feel it. Burning and scratching in the back of my mind and I can't stop it. You say this knot will only get worse and tangled, but I feel like more pain it takes, the looser it becomes."
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Inspiration: Dream I had a while back. I guess I thought of my own version on Hell. Maybe my body subconsciously knew I was going to die or something as well as the show "Blindspot" had a part in it. Also, by Keiichi Okabe, NieR:Automata Original Soundtrack was playing as I was thinking/planning/making of this. I highly recommend listening to it since they're so soothing and beautiful!
Cover: By me, which is why its so bad :3
Any similar stories, scenarios, and names to this one is purely coincidence. Criticism is highly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy. :3
This setting is not canon, but the characters are >.>
Also plan on changing title to something much more appropriate >.>
NOTE: This does take place in the Hell setting and mentions crimes along with death. If you aren't comfortable with the setting, then this book might not be for you. But then again my style is kinda timid..
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