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... s he rummaged through the wreckage. "Don’t tell me those disposable idiots grabbed it. No, impossible. They couldn’t even lift it..."
A faint chill crawled up his spine.
He glanced back.
Nothing.
Just fog-soaked ruins and silence.
"Tch. Nerves," he muttered, turning back to his search.
He never realized death had already stepped within arm’s reach.
From the shadows, Fujimoto Tōma watched him calmly. So they really were after materials, not ...
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