I am the Jackpot Sad Girl and I wonder, can we comprehend each other-while we still hold close all kinds of anxiety and sloth,
and without being able to say anything to anyone, we'll advance as we are. The answer we were looking for, that's like the future, is in our hands
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Story by Colins Seegler
Avant que l'Aube ne se brise
Dans une forêt enneigée au Japon, une forte tempête s'y produisit, créant un épais brouillard. Hiro Saijime...
