Oboro Shirakumo
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It was a particularly hot summer. The sun was dazzling over the city with its most warmest rays. Few people were wandering outside, preferring fresh places to rest. The brave ones would enjoy the day as much as they could.
However for some others, it was hell.
“I think my face is melting off.” Oboro whines, his shirt off and used as a towel for his sweat. Your air conditioner was broken and the heat was getting on everyone’s nerves.