The Shadows

The Shadows

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The year is 2̸̢̹̭̤̞͖̻̑͋̕o̷͖͈͛̌́ô̵͑̍̀͘� �̹̰͙̪̒0̴̖̿͋͛̅̑̌͝ Dawn (formerly known as 0411), a soldier that has known nothing but combat her whole life, has been subjected to a new environment and even newer people. How will Dawn and the others bring themselves to work together despite their differences, and overcome challenges to defeat the overwhelming power of a villain who works from behind the shadows. **A few important facts about this story** This story is written by 4 authors, each with their own lives but they we work very hard to publish chapters, so please be patient :) We plan to publish a chapter a week We are working on visuals to go with each chapter This story originated on quotev, and it exists there, this is just a Wattpad port :) Thank you for reading ❤️
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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