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... sure trampled every single person in the room under its heavy boots.
The consistent yet urgent beeps of numerous machines furthered the intensity of the surroundings. Under a singular, bright light source aimed at a table, huddled various men and women dressed in emerald robes which seemed to be a uniform.
The surreal place seemed to be an operation theatre. A modern one, that is.
A single man led the surgery, frowning whilst he muttered to himself. His hand—slender, bloo ...
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