Our Life
Luka
Wound
I've been turning a secret room into a makeshift residence for a while. Of course by not disturbing the bookshelf or weapon area. It was morning, about nine or ten in the morning. It was a time where everyone had breakfast and I needed to go out to monitor the situation. Mayra is resting and I intend to leave.
He held my hand as if he knew I was leaving. Yes, he can read the future. "I'm out for a minute."
"But..." It seems the young girl won't let me out.
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