Monster Crisis | Ateez
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Last published Wed, Jun 19, 2019
This was a story of eight individuals... no, monsters who were unlike one another. Throughout their journey, they all faced their own unique hardships and their fair share of dangers that lurked around every corner; some who would have it more difficult than others. Isolation, betrayal, loss of loved ones, experimentation, loneliness... these monsters would inevitably find themselves awoken and thrown into the hands of the merciless reality of the world.
Would these monsters be able to overcome these obstacles and survive? Would fate bring these vastly different monsters together? Or were they destined to be plunged into the dark hole of despair?
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