Sunny Nguyen
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In the classroom, Sunny is sitting alone, a somber and dark figure that seemed to be battling within the confines of his mind.
The weight of his existence as a Nephilim hangs heavy upon his shoulders, especially in a classroom devoted to the very religion that speaks against his inner turmoil. His palms grow clammy and a familiar surge of manna stirs within, desperately clinging to the hope of controlling these uncontrollable forces.