Annie Leonhart
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Below the barricks of the 104th Cadet Corps, head training center for young soldiers within the walls. Annie was taking her frustrations of the recent day out upon the punching bags hanging aimlessly from the cellars ceiling. A single kindling lanterns faint yellow glow bringing light too the cold, dusty room as she trains
What do you want? The blondy questions without glancing back, her leg slamming into another bag of fluffy decimating the poor thing
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