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... Man’s muscles twitched all over, like a stuffed doll bomb about to explode at any moment.
The mosaic face flickered with all sorts of garbled codes.
He tried to stand up, only to find himself pinned down by a switchblade, so he resigned himself to slumping on the metal bench, as if he had accepted his fate, yet with an unsettling calm.
"Sir, you can’t leave a lady in a place like this. Sakura Cross Street is a hellhole; even if there aren’t any Ghouls, there are gang punk ...
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