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Roon, The Good Hunter [Rewrite]
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The day I find myself in this nightmare, the day I triumph against all odds against a being of horror.
Only to become the very same being that I killed.... but....now....I'm here back in the world before I was in the nightmare or the dream.
Strangely, I don't remember a lot....but fragments are slowly being remembered.... I had.... enemies here......and they resemble some features of the beast I slained in the dream.
This world is infested..... But I wouldn't allow it.
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