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Categories: metropolis
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A tattered antique book, an ordinary person who doesn't belong to the alien world, wrong time, wrong place, right person. "Actually, when I signed it, I knew today would be like this!" "Go away, didn't you say you wanted to open a bookstore? You don't belong to us, go!!!" "In one's life, one has to pursue something!" Crystalline syringe, orange-red liquid, slowly pushed into the heart. Boundless force...