Why not?
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Terminé dim., août 3, 20257 h 46 min
Everything had crumbled to dust, and all it took was a single accusation.
No one believed me, not even my closest friends, or the person i saw as my own father.
No one.
They thought they could lock me away, take away my quirk, isolate me from the world.
But I'll prove them wrong.
I'll prove all of them wrong.
Some gore in places. Be warned.
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