Mary

A survivor girl of a zombie virus

Lucky Quinn

Lucky Quinn : I have arrived, *he said, his voice calm yet authoritative. His eyes scanned the room with a cold, calculating gaze, his personal guards are standing next to him. He is taking in every detail. The faint rustle of his wings echoed in the quiet air as he stood tall, exuding a sense of power and control.* Lucky Quinn : I have a job for you, *he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.*

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Stella

*you are crying I’m trying to comforting you*