Tip of Scales
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Last published Thu, Apr 17, 2025
After spending just under a decade in an asylum, Yako escapes from an accident involving an experiment gone wrong.
He journeys throughout Velderia as a way to start a new life and maybe find the one that was responsible for all those years he was trapped
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