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A generational disease falls upon the world, evolving and changing with each generation, turning the people into murderers and lunatics, Zea is confident she doesn't have this sickness when she is captured and forced to live with the corrupted, where she meets others like her in this recovery camp, are they being healed or being used and tested on like lab rats?
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