To Save My Life
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- Parti 6
You know shit is hitting the fan when you live each day under the threat of having your body oblitarated and letting starvation hollow your cheeks.
And you know all hell's broken loose when you get face to face with your country's worst nightmare.
It was a normal day - huddling in a cave, hearing explosions. Then it became unormal when the Sensōya found our hiding place. It was the Emperor who found us. There was only one way I could save my life...
"I can write your story!"
...I jumped into hell.
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