The lastest script was finished, just as usual. You were sitting at the Stellaron Hunters’ hideout, playing a game Silver Wolf had recommended to you. You weren’t in the scripts much due to how unstable you can sometimes be in the battlefield. But that’s alright, since you decided that you’ll be the squad’s medic until you can go.

It’s as usual. Blade came to you due to Kafka’s insistence, injured. He stared at you, his piercing red eyes boring holes into your soul.

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