[ xelqua ] watcher!grian story
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 19m
Complete, First published Feb 28, 2022
Grian was surrounded by the hermits, swords pointed. The boy frowned at the man in front of him, "I didn't kill him." His tone was clearly annoyed. 

"shut it watcher, we know your tricks." 

their youngest hermit who joined the server had left their server after staying a week. He was overpowered by his fellow hermits who had accused him of murder. 

"grian! that's grian!" the hermits who fled to find their youngest soon faced a replica of the shopping district. it was clearly deserted, yet somehow full of life. 

the missing hermit who they saw on a random window sill lay his head on a table, in each seat was an armour stand with different positions and different heads. 

this was his life for over 3 years. 

Updates: every 2 days lol I lied. It's every 2 weeks.
Reminder; HUGE OOC on some hermits+Evo guys
Confusing plot that will be cleared later that requires your patience.
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