Unbound Beginnings: Dee
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Every story has a beginning, every person has a reason they are the way they are. This story follows the introduction of Dee, a man born into suffering, a lab experiment who had never even seen the world outside his fluorescent prison. Physical and emotional torture was all he knew, and being unable to die somehow made it worse. But one day he would escape, he swore to himself. He would be free. They all would.
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