Metro 2033: Artyom X male reader
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Growing up in the deep dark and damp metro wasn't that bad, or well as long as you had food in your stomach and a blanket over your shoulders you were fine, you are Y/N Nikolayev a young adult who lived in Exhibition with his friend and family finds himself in a war between humanity and the dark ones
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