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... second floor, a young man sat in front of an old-style monitor. His hair was a dark shade of green, and his skin was as pale as that of a fresh corpse.
He appears to be staring at the default screensaver, balancing a knife on the index finger of his right hand. The knife’s sharp tip would’ve already sunk if the hand was made of normal flesh, but the alloy plates covering the entire arm showed it was not.
Receiving a notification, he gave the command to open the room’s door. A man ...
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