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‘People say life gives you lemons, but we gave ourselves lemons. It is already known that the fruit we know of as lemon is crossbred by our ancestors using a bitter orange and a citron. Amazing, right?’

As he thought about this, Erwin was walking in the bustling streets of Central City. It was

December 21, 2032, and the holiday spirit was in full swing. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the bright Christmas lights adorning every street corner and the holiday advertisements playing on every television in every house around the city. Giant holographic billboards showed Christmas sales, and restaurants showed a Santa version of their mascots.

‘The colorful lights, the giant inflatable snowmen, and the glittering tinsel all came together to create an atmosphere—very different from last year's Christmas’ Erwin thought, relieved while

taking notes in his notebook.

While walking alongside the road, Erwin heard a shout from the other side. "Erwin!" yelled a guy.

Erwin turned towards the east side of the road and saw his best friend.

‘Oh, how I missed you, Nick. I missed you so much that I wanted to smack your pretty face’ Erwin thought, sarcastically.

Nick Azami is a Japanese - American who is 5'9" and taller than Erwin.

He has broad shoulders and a fit physique, pale, smooth skin contrasting with his striking blue eyes and black hair. He wore a French coat overlapping the lovely blue and fancy business suit. And here he goes, crossing the road towards me...

Erwin watched with amusement as Nick started to dash across the busy street towards him. The traffic was heavy, and the road was crowded with honking cars and rushing pedestrians.

As he approached Erwin, Nick noticed the dumb look on his friend's face. "You want to smack my face, don't you?" Nick asked with a smile as he patted Erwin on the back.

"Oh! I wouldn't think of that!" Erwin said sarcastically and with a smirk.

"And here I am, just wanting to catch up," Nick replied. "It's been a while since we hung out. I

wish you could've invited me, dumbass!"

"Oh, I don't know. You should ask Trisha if she'll let you accept my invitations to my stupid parties!" Erwin said as he scribbled away in his notebook.

"Ouch... I'd rather not, haha..."

Upon closer inspection, Nick looked at Erwin, wondering why his friend was still wearing the

school uniform even though it was already the start of Christmas break.

Erwin Forteza was a third-year college student. His striking crimson hair, light tan skin, and piercing brown eyes always stood out from the crowd. On this particular day, he wore his university uniform—a simple white long-sleeved polo shirt, navy blue necktie, cream suit jacket, and matching chocolate brown vest and slacks.

"Hey, why are you still wearing our school uniform? You are very conspicuous, you know that, right?" Nick finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Erwin looked up from his notebook and gave Nick a small smile. "I had work to finish in the

student council," he explained.

The faculty and staff approved the solutions needed to fix the

school facilities, especially the medical technology students' restroom on the 5th floor somewhere, and I was arranging papers; It was a pain. You, of all people, should know how. annoying it is."

Nick nodded, understanding the gravity of Erwin's role in the student council. As the consultant, Erwin had many responsibilities, especially when the school was closed to students.

At 5'8", he was average height for Lemuria, but his confident demeanor and impressive academic record made him stand tall among his peers.

"Sounds like hell, but don't you think it's time to take a break? Let's eat, my treat!"

Erwin chuckled and closed his notebook, "And there goes the rich guy flaunting his riches!"

"Shut up! You're as rich as I am; I just decided to be generous here!" Nick said, laughing.

Nick sighed, "You know, this reminds me of the events that happened two years ago..."

Erwin looked at him curiously, "What now?"

Nick took a deep breath and began his tale. "When two earths collided, the sea king of the world-"

"Bro, you better shut up or else..."

"Pretty harsh, huh... Come on, remember?"

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𝘛𝘾𝘰 đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘹𝘰, đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘱 𝘰𝘧 đ˜“đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘱 đ˜đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘭 𝘜𝘯đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș, 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘩đ˜čđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜źđ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘱 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜°đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­.

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜žđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘣𝘭𝘱𝘯𝘬𝘭đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘾𝘳đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 on.

"𝘏𝘩đ˜ș, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶," 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜žđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹.

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜±?" 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘳𝘳đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź'𝘮 đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š.

"𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾..." 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Łđ˜Łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮. "𝘐 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐'𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜”."

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜žđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„, "𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯. 𝘔đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜źđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜”, 𝘐 đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶."

𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯. "𝘓đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Ș-"

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘳𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź'𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š, "𝘐'𝘼 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, 𝘐 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯!"

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜žđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯𝘩𝘳.

"đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘯đ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩; đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮... đ˜šđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”..."

"𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾," 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„. "𝘐 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐'𝘼 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾? 𝘓đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š.”

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș.

"𝘉𝘳𝘰... đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ˆđ˜»đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯; đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”?"

"đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯𝘮𝘩𝘯𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł," 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„. “𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳?"

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„. "𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘱𝘯𝘮𝘾𝘩𝘳. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜°? 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘼đ˜ș𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜±đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜§đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 𝘼𝘩. 𝘖𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜„đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”!"

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'đ˜” đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©... đ˜đ˜” 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 stocked đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°, đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜”..."

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„. "𝘐... đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„... đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮, đ˜Șđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż you đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘣𝘩𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜° đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘾 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș'𝘮 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°."

𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź'𝘮 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„. "đ˜žđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜©... đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜§đ˜§ 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”? 𝘈𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘰𝘬𝘱đ˜ș? 𝘐𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜žđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜©? 𝘐𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 𝘱 𝘮𝘩𝘱 𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹-"

"𝘐 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘣𝘩 𝘮𝘩𝘳đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘧 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°... 𝘉𝘩𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜§đ˜§ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł?"

"đ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š, 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ž... đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”."

"đ˜đ˜”'𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭, 𝘐 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘱𝘯𝘹𝘭𝘩..."

đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘹𝘰𝘩𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮:

On đ˜‘đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ș 27, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳 is 2030, 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘋đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜” 9 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 𝘋đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜” 9 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘧đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž.

đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘐𝘜; đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜°đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 5đ˜”đ˜© 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș, 𝘱 đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘱𝘳𝘳đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜°đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł-đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜Ž. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼, 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 2đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩.

đ˜ˆđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜± 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜§. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­ 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. 𝘏𝘩𝘳 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩.

đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜°đ˜­đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”; đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”'𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘱 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜§đ˜Ș𝘳𝘩.

"đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘭 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š..." 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜°đ˜­đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„? 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭..."

"𝘈𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜°đ˜ș𝘩𝘩, 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ł, đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘬 𝘱 𝘊𝘊𝘛𝘝 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š."

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”?" 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„.

đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘩đ˜čđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜łđ˜°đ˜°đ˜ź đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜§đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 5đ˜”đ˜© 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. đ˜‰đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜ș đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜žđ˜° 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜°đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜Š, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜“đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł,đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„.

â€œđ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘩, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘐 𝘱𝘯𝘱𝘭đ˜șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘊𝘊𝘛𝘝 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘯 đ˜°đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š,đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼, đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Š 𝘣𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© 𝘱 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜°đ˜ž, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘐 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘱 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż. 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼’𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ș, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”â€™đ˜Ž đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ș. 𝘐𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜°đ˜Łđ˜«đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹.”

"𝘞𝘩đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„... đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š?" 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„

"𝘐 đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Łđ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯đ˜Ș𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘣𝘩?"

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż...

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𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜± đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘩𝘳𝘮, đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹,

"đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘱 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”'𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘾𝘱𝘮, 𝘮𝘰𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘩𝘾. 𝘚đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼'𝘮 𝘣𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 5đ˜”đ˜© 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, 𝘐 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜­đ˜°đ˜šđ˜șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”. 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜Łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜­đ˜°đ˜šđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘼𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘩𝘳, đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘾𝘱𝘮, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘾 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮."

"𝘏𝘩𝘳 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„? 𝘈𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż?" 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ą.

"đ˜đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„, 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯," 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘮𝘼đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„.

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘮?"

"𝘐 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘊𝘊𝘛𝘝 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š 𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘯đ˜șđ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Ž 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 @ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜”."

"đ˜–đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜©... đ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘱 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜°đ˜Ž..." 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.

"đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜„ 𝘝𝘗𝘕 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜Š 𝘧𝘱𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­, đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜° đ˜źđ˜°đ˜„đ˜Š,đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘱𝘯 @ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜­ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š 𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘯đ˜șđ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș, đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮."

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘱đ˜Ș𝘭𝘮, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘊𝘊𝘛𝘝?"

"𝘠𝘩𝘮, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘊𝘊𝘛𝘝 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯, đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜čđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘩𝘳𝘮' 𝘼𝘰𝘯𝘩đ˜ș. 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜‹đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜ą đ˜—đ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯!" 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„.

"𝘈𝘮 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮' đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š.đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ł-đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩."

"đ˜“đ˜Šđ˜” 𝘼𝘩 đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž, 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜±đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š," 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„

"𝘙đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 𝘱 𝘣đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜° 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„. đ˜đ˜” đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜° đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł-đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„'𝘮 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š."

"đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜đ˜źđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘹𝘱𝘭 like that?!" 𝘕đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„

𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘭. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ź, đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„. 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 a hundred đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”. 𝘏𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘩đ˜čđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© 𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 5đ˜”đ˜© 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 đ˜đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.

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"Do you plan to work in the police force after graduation?" asked Nick, looking at Erwin with a curious expression on his face.

Erwin paused for a moment, staring off into the distance. He had never considered a career in law enforcement before, but the idea of working as a detective suddenly seemed appealing but...

"Dude, I am a literature student..." Erwin said.

"You could still get a license..." Nick replied. "And besides, you're always reading those detective novels; funnily, you even do things yourself."

Erwin thought about it for a moment. He had always been fascinated by the works of Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie; he had read any novel he could get his hands on.

"Thinking about the future is a hassle," Erwin said.

"Speaking of hassle," Nick replied. "How's romance?"

"What about it?" Erwin replied.

"Don't give me that 'what about it?' question. You know romance, love, relationships. Have you tried confessing yet?"

Erwin sighed. "No, not really. I've been too busy to even think about romance."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Come on, man. When Trisha and I started dating, we always discussed your pathetic relationship with Mei!"

Erwin rolled his eyes. "Mei and I were just friends. I never had any-"

Nick interrupted Erwin with a chuckle. "Sure, sure. Tell yourself that you never had romantic feelings for her."

"Whatever, man," Nick grinned mischievously. "I have a surprise for you."

Erwin raised an eyebrow. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?"

Uh-oh... Erwin thought.

Nick pulled out a wallet from his pocket and handed it to Erwin.

"Open it and find out," he said.

Erwin felt the Wallet in his fingertips and concluded it was made of high-quality leather. Nick typically uses these kinds of worn-out wallets.

"The wallet is a gift from my father when I graduated high school," Nick said, predicting Erwin's thoughts.

"That aside, check what's inside."

Erwin opened it, and inside was a small keychain with the words

"A portal to a small world" engraved on it.

Erwin looked up at Nick in confusion. "What in the world is this?"

"It's a key to my cabin in the woods," Nick explained. "I thought we could take a break from the city and spend the weekend there. But..."

"But?"

"You could use it to take Mei into the cabin if you like..." Erwin smiled.

"That sounds amazing, but I want to decline; I have plans. What if you invite some of the boys, and we could take a break from the city and spend the weekend there?"

"Oh... Good idea, dimwit, and also, you have your own plans, huh... You and your lies,"

Nick smirked.

"It's been three years since you and Mei had something going on; it's about time!"

"I guess??"

"Well, if she accepts whatever you are planning, that's good! But if she doesn't, then that's great! We could get drunk in the cabin hangout!" Nick laughed maniacally.

"Why does it seem like you are more supportive of me getting rejected rather than accepted?"

Erwin said in an expressionless manner.

"It's more fun that way!" Nick smirked. "You better chug the vodka down and strip your clothes when you get your heart shattered!"

"I'll make you strip in front of the others when we become a couple!" Erwin retorted.

"Oh! There it is! The confidence!"

"Shut up!" Erwin shouted out of embarrassment, leading the people around them to look.

They remembered—we were talking in a busy street! Immediately noticing, they became embarrassed and walked away at twice the pace of their average walking speed.

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The two young men slowed when they noticed they were far from where they originally were.

"Idiot! Do not shout that loud." Nick whispered, strolling beside his friend.

"I can't help it; you were teasing me," Erwin whispered.

They arrived at Central Street, located in the center of Central City, which makes it the busiest street in the city. Filled with 20-story buildings and fast-food restaurants, there's bound to be a lot of foot traffic.

"Erwin, I am hungry!” He exaggeratedly said.

“Before we go home, we should grab something to eat immediately," Nick suggested.

“...”

"Erwin?" Nick asked, and then Nick looked around.

"Hey Nick, what's happening?"

Both noticed the police force stopping the crowd from approaching the demolished building. Its glass has been shattered, and the debris is massive and scattered around the building. Completely unrecognizable due to its state. People were running around frantically, trying to help those who had been injured.

With a close look, blood, guts, and limbs are everywhere; it's a horrifying scene.

"Help us! Oh god! My leg... aaaaa!"

The flesh where the leg was torn is visible, blood gushing from the visible veins, and the man's face is clearly distorted from pain.

Erwin and Nick walked towards the area, the latter asking an older male in the crowd for information on what had happened. With a closer look, Erwin thought—it's a familiar face.

"Excuse me. What happened here?"

The person answered. "An idiot set up a powerful bomb, exploding inside the central research facility of the SSO."

Erwin and Nick exchanged looks of horror. They both knew what the SSO was and how important it was to the city's safety.

SSO is also known as the Science and Supernatural Organization. The organization was founded by the Department of Science and Supernatural or DOSS. Both institutions were formed to protect society from abnormal events like last year's incident.

Erwin spoke up, "Are there any casualties? Has the culprit been apprehended?"

To which the stranger replied, "No. According to intel, around six died, including the suspect. Fifty injured, and three people are deemed missing."

Erwin felt a pang of worry as he observed the chaos around him.

His mouth dried up, and while

his forehead was sweating, he felt something was up in his guts.

"Something is happening..." He snapped his fingers, starting to think.

‘It's that time of the year, and this explosion is happening... Why would the culprit only-‘

"Why would the culprit only target SSO? Right, Erwin?" Nick interrupted Erwin's thought process.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

‘No way!’

"Sir! DOSS is in danger! You have to."

Erwin felt a twist in his stomach and his hands shaking from a fearful realization. Limbs are about to fly off again, and blood is about to spill for another time.

*boom*

Suddenly, a loud boom caught their attention, and they all turned to find it coming from a building not far away.

"Hurry!" Erwin shouted.

As they ran toward the source of the explosion, they could see smoke and debris flying everywhere.

The sound of car alarms and sirens filled the air, and people were screaming and running.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw windows shattering, and the building's facade was almost destroyed; debris and flames were everywhere, the air was thick with smoke, and they could barely see beyond the building. As they made their way through the building, they found several people who were trapped under the rubble.

"Move out!" an emergency personnel arriving on the scene shouted.

As Erwin was about to rush and try to participate in saving the trapped people, Nick pulled his

wrist, "Erwin, stop! You are going to get yourself in trouble!"

"Now's not the time to be selfish, Nick!" Erwin's forehead wrinkled, and his eyes are as fierce as the fire around them.

It was then that Erwin's eyes widened as he realized- the colossal explosion didn't come from the building that was burning... It didn't come from the DOSS building, but instead, it came from the building beside it!

‘Two... No, three buildings exploded!’

A stranger pulled Erwin's collar and threw him aside.

*thump*

Erwin fell to the ground, and the stranger said, "You boys better run, or you might end up getting

caught up in this mess! Don't meddle with our business!"

"Who the hell are you to tell us that?! People are dying!" Erwin shouted

"Erwin! Stop messing around, and let's go!" Nick, exasperated, pulled Erwin up with great strength.

"Remember my name, Edward Easton! You! From the house of Forteza, scramble!"

Edward is a tall man, taller than most of the people in the crowd. His dark brown skin blended with his brown trench coat over his plain white t-shirt. Paired with black jeans, he wore brown

boots and finished the outfit with a brown scarf tied in a sophisticated knot.

After he said his name, Edward rushed to go near the scene.

Erwin's hands shook, and his mouth felt the dust of the air. He bit his lips until the liquid gushing from the bite wound tasted metallic and salty; in other words, it was blood.

"Let's go..." Nick said in a low voice. "Can you still run?"

"I can... let's get out of this place," Erwin said, his voice trembling.

Nick nodded.

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They ran away from the site and stopped shortly after. They smelled like dust and were panting and sweating. The adrenaline was still pumping through their veins as they tried to catch their breath.

They had just witnessed something they shouldn't have seen. Erwin checked his phone to see their location and how far the two men had run, and he had to make sure they were far away from the site.

"Are we far enough now?" Erwin asked, catching his breath.

Erwin looked at his phone and opened his maps. They had run for several blocks and were now in a busy city center. Reports of the incident are heard everywhere, but no one is panicking, and businesses are still ongoing.

They leaned against a nearby wall, trying to regain their composure. They had to take time to process everything that had happened. But...

"I'm hungry..."

"I agree..." Erwin replied, "This is similar to what happened last year, the -"

"Bombing incident of 2031," Nick iterated.

Both men started walking again until they reached a fast-food restaurant they frequented, and

despite what happened, they were both excited to eat at Bunny Foods.

Bunny Foods is a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city. As they walked towards the restaurant, they couldn't help but notice the ridiculous Christmas bunny-themed decorations adorning the place.

"Ah! Bunny Foods and its quite ridiculous Christmas Bunny theme decorations..." Nick chirped, amused by the sight.

Erwin chuckled and replied, "Well, it's the holidays. I guess they're just trying to get into the festive spirit."

They were greeted by more Christmas Bunny decorations as they entered the restaurant. The walls were covered with Handmade Bunny-themed Christmas lights and stockings, and even the tables had little Bunny-shaped ornaments. The waiters were dressed in Christmas costumes, with fluffy

ears and cotton tails.

"That's just over the top even for Bunny Foods..." Nick muttered.

Bunny Food is a restaurant located safe from all those vast offices, which gives it good foot traffic.

The restaurant is small on the left side, with a parking lot and a small area for ordering take-out.

The windows are long and wide enough to see the people enjoying their food.

The automatic glass doors open occasionally, ringing a little bell by the door, notifying that people are coming in and

out.

Lining up at the counter, Nick asked. "What are you going to eat?"

"An XL cheeseburger, large fries, and a large chocolate float." Atlas snickered.

"Well, I will order the same thing. After all of that walking and running, I'm starving."

The two of them ordered, and the cashier was shocked.

The XL cheeseburger is their most enormous; people with normal appetites need help finishing it.

After ordering, they were given a number indicating their turn to serve the food, so they waited.

While waiting for the food, they searched for a vacant table in the restaurant.

As they were searching for vacant tables, they spotted two people...

"Hey! Isn't that..."

A girl sits on the sofa by the window, used in the fast-food restaurant rather than the actual chairs.

The girl is 5'7", an inch shorter than Erwin. She is fair-skinned, with a slim body, long black hair,

and a cute face. She wears a blue leather jacket over her casual blue polo shirt, denim, and a dark blue scarf around her neck. It is Mei Watanabe, the Chinese–Japanese woman who stole Erwin's heart.

In front of her is a glass table, and on the other seat, another girl is present, Trisha.

Trisha Cortez is a woman with a perfect body. She is the same height as Erwin and has curly

blonde hair. Her eye color was blue, which made her look much more gorgeous. Her outward appearance rivals the other top candidates in the modeling world in Lemuria. Nick's girlfriend. The blonde-haired woman is wearing a checkered formal jacket overlapping the black blouse. Her blue jeans complement the Uggs boots.

Seeing his friend's nervousness while grinning, Nick said, "Why don't we sit closer to them?"

Erwin hesitated momentarily but then agreed; they walked over to Mei and Trisha's table.

But as Erwin was walking, he bumped into a server, and the glass fell down the tray, making a splash everywhere and the glass...

*smash*

It smashed into pieces, and shards scattered everywhere on the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Erwin immediately apologized.

Standing around 5'8", the waitress wears Bunny Food's Christmas costume. A name tag on the left side of her shirt says, 'Claire.'

Claire immediately rushed and arrived with a mop, broom, and a pan to gather the shards, and immediately warned Erwin, "Please be careful next time..." she said sternly. After gathering up the shards and she finished mopping the floor, she immediately left leaving Erwin, dumbfounded.

When she left, someone exclaimed in shock. "Hey, guys!"

Looking at the direction where the voice came from, Erwin thought ‘-It's Trisha.’

“Hey, Trish." Erwin greeted the two friends as they approached the blonde girl. "How come you guys are eating together this late at night?"

"I could say the same; why are you both here?" Trisha asked, her face contorting in confusion.

"Well, long story. We were searching for a place to sit. Since you guys are sitting over here, can we sit here too?" Nick politely asked, being friendly.

Trisha nodded, smiling. "Sure. When Mei and I saw you guys, we planned to invite you both to sit

with us anyway."

"We are not disturbing anything, right?" Erwin asked.

"No, it is fine. We would love to have a conversation with the two fine gentlemen before us," Mei said while smiling.

"Ah, okay then."

Mei transferred to Trisha's side, leaving Nick and Erwin to sit where Mei previously was.

"Hmm, 'fine gentlemen,' huh? So, you're a fine gentleman?" Nick whispered to his best friend with

a grin on his face.

Erwin said, emotionless. "Hey!"

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As they were waiting for the food, Trisha spoke. "Why are you guys here?"

"We came here to eat, obviously," Nick rolled his eyes but smirked.

All three stared at the black-haired male. "Nick, drop it, or I'll kick your ass before I go home!"

Trisha requested.

"Not my ass~" Nick retorted in an annoyingly cutesy voice.

"Fuck..." Trisha exclaimed.

"Fine, Erwin here had work to do at school, and I was just helping with the business at a branch

company. We just met up on the way home, stumbling on an incident along the way," Nick

explained seriously.

Then Mei nodded, "I heard about the incident at Central Street. It was featured in the news and on

live earlier."

"Yes, the Incident!" Erwin exclaimed, and then...

He blinked...

...

...

Then, out of nowhere, Erwin's sight is blocked by a strange darkness consuming him. Erwin looked around, but he cannot see anything. Seconds later, he can suddenly see. "What?"

The whole restaurant was left in ruins, complete devastation. Windows were shattered, and tables and chairs were wrecked. He stood up, looking around, his body trembling. Hands were severed, and heads were decapitated. Pools of blood throughout the floor, not a dry spot anywhere. Erwin cringed at the smell of rotting corpses and blood.

"What is this?!" Erwin yelled, panicking and scared.

"What is this?! I don’t understand! I was just sitting with my friends!" Erwin shouted, holding his head with both his hands.

Then his eyes grew wide, "Where are they?! Nick! Trisha! Mei!"

Erwin looked around, then slowly decided to look down; he was shaking uncontrollably.

‘Please, let it not be them.’

When his eyes reached the ground, he found a corpse. But it isn't his friends' bodies.

Although relieved, he was still not okay. He turned pale at the sight of the body by his feet; immediately jumping away, he stared nervously.

This corpse didn't have any blood around it, although it was rotten while wearing clothes and lying in a prone position. Looking at the back of the corpse, Erwin noticed that the hair was crimson, wearing a dark brown jacket and slacks. It had a red scar—

"No way!" Erwin finally realized. ‘But I am still 
’

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"Erwin!"

‘A voice?’ In the foggy darkness...

Trisha slapped Erwin's right cheek, "Erwin!"

"Ah!" Erwin exclaimed; in the blink of an eye, he saw his three friends.

"Erwin, what is wrong?"

"Huh?" Erwin looked around, coming into his sentence, vaguely remembering what had happened earlier.

"What 
" Erwin paused. "
 happened?"

"We were just talking about Mei's birthday. Seriously, are you okay?"

Mei became worried as she saw Erwin's state, ‘his scared eyes, and his pale skin’ Trisha thought.

The redhead tried but couldn't remember what happened a while ago, so he got confused. ‘Just 
 what the ...? Never mind. I will just try later’ he thought.

"I am okay. But her birthday? I thought we were talking about the incident earlier?"

"Incident? What incident?" Nick asked, face contorting in confusion.

Erwin answered, still disoriented. "The bombing earlier. It was featured in the news, right Trisha?"

"Huh? Was there such a thing?" Trisha stared, puzzled, causing Erwin to doubt as well.

Erwin cried out, "The one on Central Street!" The incident, a bombing!”

“Central street? Bombing?” Trisha asked.

Mei calmly stated, "Erwin... It's not bombing... It was a robbery..."

"Robbery?" Erwin's head tilted at his best friend, silently asking for help.

Nick scratched his head absentmindedly and looked at Erwin with worry. "Erwin, what are you talking about? A group of robbers held up a jewelry store on Central Street. What do you mean by bombing?"

Erwin shook his head, "But Nick! We were together earlier; what do you mean-"

*Badump*

"Ugh..." Little by little, his memories from that incident started to blur, and he was suffering from an indescribable pain, similar to his head being hit by a rock on his right temple.

"Guys, I think I am just tired..."

Everyone observed Erwin's expression, worried.

"I'm sorry I forced you to walk this far just to eat cheeseburgers," Nick apologized to Erwin.

Erwin looked at Nick, his memory of the explosion slowly replaced by new memories. But he was sure of one thing: Something was not right.

"Number 208, please proceed to the counter. The food is ready to be served," a robotic voice

announced from the speakers above.

"That is our number, Mei," Trisha said.

After the two girls got their food, it took the boys a while to get theirs. They were hungry. Later, the robotic voice announced their number; they just couldn't get up fast enough. Then, all four finally ate.

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Soon after eating, they left the restaurant, planning to walk around the city before going home. Christmas lights and decorations were everywhere, and people were cheerful and full of hope.

The couple in front, Trisha and Nick, held hands as they walked ahead of the other two. Erwin glanced at Mei, looking at the beautiful decorations around them.

‘Ah, I am walking together with Mei. It has been a while, huh
 Since I was appointed to join the student council.’ Erwin thought.

"Hey, it has been a while since we walked together, hasn't it?" Mei said with a gentle smile.

Erwin tried to act normally, "I was busy as a consultant. What do you think will happen if I neglect my responsibilities?"

"If I invite you to play games with me at my apartment like last time, will you go?" Mei added, "I missed those times, you know."

Erwin muttered, "Sorry. If there are things I need to do in business and school, I can't spare my time. Not even for you or Nick."

"You're stingy," Mei teased.

Erwin joked in a fake Shakespearean accent. "If I neglect mine responsibilities. I wouldst face thy punishment!"

"Stop acting like Nick; that guy's not even human at all," Mei said jokingly, causing Erwin to stop and lower his head. "Fine." he said as he smirked.

An awkward silence...

And then she smiled at Erwin and suggested, "Should I visit your apartment instead? I could help you with anything you needed to do. Then we could eat and play RPG or shooting games on your latest console."

Erwin thought about it: "It's not bad. It's not bad to rest and have fun for a while. It's also Christmas break, so it would be nice."

"That is settled then!" Mei smiled brightly and pumped her fist.

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As they kept walking, the half - Asian, half-American male stopped to look at his watch.

"It's late. Should I accompany you, Trisha?" Nick said, noticing their other two friends walking up to them.

"Hmm," she thought for a moment. “Stay at my house tonight; my little brother and sister want to see you. How did you get them to like you? They are hard to please, you know?"

"You do not need to wonder." Nick smiled before continuing. "Setting that aside. I have no extra clothes with me right now."

Trisha shook her head, "You left some clothes at home."

"Clothes? Wait, I lost a bag of clothes last time, and I know I didn't leave my clothes there. So,

does that mean the bag is with you?" Nick inclined his head to the right, making sure.

She nodded, "You asked me to hold your bag, and you never took it back."

"What the
? You should have reminded me." he said, pursing his lips.

Trisha teased her boyfriend with a grin, "Aren't you becoming like Erwin lately? Forgetting the

important things?"

"Isn't that a little too cruel, Trish?!" Erwin cried out.

"Fine. You win." Nick scratched his head, smiling. “Hey, you two, Trish and I are going to go now.

Take care on your way home."

The couple faced the road, waiting for the traffic light to go red, and crossed using the pedestrian lane, leaving Erwin and Mei alone. But suddenly, Erwin's phone vibrated. "Wait for a minute. I have to check on something." The girl nodded, to which he smiled in reply.

Picking up his phone, he saw a message prompt. It came from Nick. ‘What is this?’ He thought.

"Hey, remember our conversation? You must confess. I am not forcing you, but it is better to let it out; you have been running away for a while now. Did using your responsibilities as an excuse help you? Remember this, searching for reasons to escape the inevitable will stop you from growing and moving forward. Why don't you muster some courage? We're rooting for you, Erwin. Go and conquer!"

After reading the message, he blankly stared at Mei.

"Is something wrong?" Mei asked, her face showing that she was baffled.

"Ah, it's nothing," he said, clearing his throat. “Let's go; it's late."

"Mm ..." She nodded, wondering if he was hiding something.

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They rode a cab until they arrived at the quiet subdivision area, quite far from the busy and crowded Central Street. They continued to walk together since they were practically neighbors.

Mei broke the silence, "Do you still remember the promise we made?" She chirped.

"Promise? Now that I think about it, traveling all around the world takes work. I have to earn as much money as possible; it's hard to find a job nowadays."

"Since when did you have a money problem? Your family is one of the richest here in Lemuria." Mei grinned.

"Heh. Your family is better of than mine now, climbing up the ranks," he said, pointing his index

finger at her. “Mine only has enough money to support my needs and the business. Unlike you, Milady, your family has enough to spend luxuriously."

"No, we don't! We need to work hard, and we have debts to pay."

"Then traveling the world without problems will take a lot of work. If Milady is having problems with debt, I need help with my daily expenses here. I am helping the family business every night to acquire extra money for my needs."

That's reality. A big company does not mean earning vast profits daily; some businessmen earn nothing due to company expenses outweighing the profits. Some businesses get buried in debt, causing them to take profits later than expected. These types of big companies end up being sold sooner or later.

"Do you want to work together? Though others may fail, I think our success percentage is higher!"

Mei blurted out, shocking her companion.

"Maybe not..." Erwin rejected her proposal.

"Why?!" Mei exclaimed, worried. "Think about it... Please! Please?!"

"Hmm..." A partnership is a considerable risk. He thought, "Are you sure? It might cause some problems. Partnering with a company that is more insignificant than yours and considering that your company is handling a serious amount of debt."

"It will not." She paused. "Probably."

‘Carefree as usual...’ Erwin thought "Fine," he sighed, then smiled at her.

"Ah! This reminds me of the first time we met. Do you remember? You were so stingy. I was just

asking if I could borrow your handheld console."

"I didn't know you back then, so why would I? That was when we were in 6th grade, right?"

"Yep. You even called me a peasant; I was super annoyed. So, I grumbled, picked up a rock, and swoosh, it hit your head!" she recalled, giggling at the memory while she hit her head softly.

"My ached at that time, you know?” He groaned, rubbing at the spot as if he could still feel the pain. "We got called to the guidance office because of that, where we practically became enemies."

"And then
 Something happened place later," the black-haired woman said, her features darkening.

Erwin remembered, clenching his fist.

"Erwin, thank you for accompanying me." Mei smiled; her earlier mood gone.

"You're welcome, and here we are." He gestured to the place appearing ahead, Mei's apartment.

They stopped before the white gate, momentarily pausing to study the structure. It looked costly.

"Thank you for tonight, I have to go now." Mei waved to him in farewell.

"You are welcome; take care, okay?" He said, looking at her as she started walking towards the gate.

‘Should I let her go? It is getting late, after all. I can just confess next time. It can wait.’

But his heart is pounding in his chest, and it seemed like he would regret it if he didn't make a move. He sighed, quickly remembering his Nick’s message.

‘I am an idiot! Why would I let this chance go again?! I have just been running away, making excuses. I need to do it now!’

"Mei, wait." Erwin approached Mei, accidentally raising his voice and startling the latter.

"You shocked me." She tilted her head, curious. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry, I know it is late, but 
" Erwin paused. He was nervous, his heart beating hard. Looking down, he tried to summon a bit of courage. "May I borrow a bit of your time? There is a place I want to take you."

‘cute’ Mei thought as she observed the flustered Erwin, her cheeks turned red.

"Sure. You won't do anything, right? But just in case, you should know I learned Taekwondo," she said, hiding behind false bravado.

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After walking a bit, Erwin led her to the woods by his apartment.

"Will you continue to trust me?"

Mei nodded in reply, her eyes sure. He smiled, thankful, then pointed at a hidden gap in the woods.

Gesturing in the general direction, he said, "Follow me."

"There's a gap in here?" she asked softly.

Erwin nodded and helped her through the gap. He pulled out his phone and quickly turned the flashlight on so they could see in the dark. They walked in comfortable silence until they saw the end of the forest, moonlight shining through it. As they stepped out into the light, Mei was in awe.

"Wow!"

A park, hidden in the middle of the forest, with a sparkling pond surrounding a working Greek- like marble fountain. Two white marble benches sit on both sides, and a single pine tree is on the north side. The moonlight made everything shine, giving it an ethereal effect.

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"This place is beautiful!" She said, eyes shining in wonder.

Erwin agreed.

"Why is it that I haven't heard that this place existed? And how did you find out?" She asked.

"My grandfather developed the area after buying it but never told anyone outside his family. The public was never notified about this park because he never wanted to keep it a secret. My grandfather and I always came here to care for everything, including that pine tree there."

Mei walks towards one of the marble benches on the park's west side and settles down.

Waving her hand, she invites Erwin to sit with her. He obliges. "There is more you want to say, right? Tell me," She says with a gentle smile.

Erwin nodded and continued to speak. "That pine tree was planted by my grandfather and me, and he told me a story there."

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𝘠𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘹𝘰, đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜§đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜° đ˜đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜»đ˜ą, 𝘱 𝘮𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘯đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘯, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜š 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜„đ˜¶đ˜š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Š. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘼𝘮𝘰𝘯-đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„. "đ˜Žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜±đ˜ą, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Š? 𝘞𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž 𝘾𝘩đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ž. 𝘞𝘩 đ˜„đ˜° đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩. đ˜đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜„."

"𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯, đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž. 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰, đ˜„đ˜° đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜§đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž." đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜§đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜° 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Š.

đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„, "𝘚𝘰 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘣𝘩𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š? đ˜Žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜±đ˜ą, 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶!"

𝘏𝘩 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„, "𝘚đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘮𝘰 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”? 𝘓đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š, 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș, đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” 𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ș."

đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜§đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜° đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜” 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Š.

"đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱 𝘾𝘰𝘼𝘱𝘯 𝘐 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮. 𝘐 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜°đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜ș 𝘹𝘳𝘩𝘾 đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș. 𝘓đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜șđ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘼𝘱𝘯'𝘮 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘳𝘳đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘼𝘱𝘯. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜± đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘮. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș, đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜°đ˜ł, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž. 𝘕𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„. 𝘐 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”. 𝘈 𝘮𝘩𝘯𝘮đ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘹𝘰 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘐 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘮𝘩𝘯𝘮đ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩." 𝘏𝘩 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜€đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. "𝘐 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜§đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜”."

"đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘯𝘩đ˜čđ˜”?" Erwin 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„, 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘰𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș.

"đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘼𝘱𝘯 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș, đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜±đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° violate đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘼𝘱𝘯, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜“đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș, 𝘐𝘬𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, 𝘮𝘰 𝘐 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜± đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜­đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„. 𝘞𝘩 đ˜·đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Š, 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘳𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„."

"đ˜đ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜źđ˜ą!" 𝘌𝘳𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„.

"𝘠𝘩𝘮. 𝘐𝘧 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘯𝘰𝘾, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜źđ˜ą đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘯 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” and big đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł f𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š."

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"Grandpa's face became a bit gloomy, and I could see that he had tears in his eyes," Erwin ended his story.

"This place is precious to you, huh? Especially that tree. The events that took place were messy, and he told a kid a story with murder and said the word “violate” in it. It's not exactly the best to say to a kid that the poor can't do anything but wish," Mei muttered.

"Because my grandfather was a realist. He knows that he cannot hide what is real to everyone. Although his realism contradicts some of his beliefs, especially the pine tree thing. Seriously, the old man is a man full of contradictions," he sighed.

"Does Nick know that this place exists?"

Erwin shook his head, signifying that Nick didn't know, and she continued. "What made you decide to bring me here now? We have been friends for so long and 
?"

"Well," Erwin paused, his heart beating fast. “
 about that
” He stood up from the bench and gestured towards the pine tree.

"Let's go there."

The crimson-haired male extended his hand for Mei to take, which she did. He noticed the fair- skinned girl blush, making him blush even more.

Gripping her hand, they walked together towards the pine tree. He didn't want to let go, but when they arrived, he had to so he could face her. Staring into her eyes, he spoke.

"Back then, I did not dare face this. I just kept running away, using every excuse in the book. I

thought I could just do it next time, but years have passed, and I could still not face it. Running away became tiring ... it became childish."

Atlas paused, observing the blushing woman in front of him.

"I like you."

His nervous heart pounded in his chest. His thoughts became blurry, so much so that he imagined the moonlight shining brighter. The cold air caused their breaths to show, making it more apparent that he was breathing heavily.

"Erwin 
" Mei said softly.

"What is it?" Erwin absentmindedly scratched his cheek, nervous.

"
unfair."

"What do you mean?"

"The confession 
 it is unfair." She repeated.

"Why?"

Mei hits Erwin with a soft blow to his chest. "It is unfair!" Mei said softly, resting her head on

Erwin's chest and continuing to speak.

"The mood is nice; the place is romantic. If you ask any

woman out in perfect timing and a place as romantic as this, no woman will take this kind of situation coldly. It is too romantic."

"Hah. True, but not all women, though."

Mei stands up straight and walks away from Erwin. "Since it is unfair. I have to give my reply 
hmm 
 tomorrow." She teased, winking as she blushed furiously.

"You are too cute. That wink should be illegal." Erwin murmured, blushing as well. Then he continued, "I do not need an instant reply. You can think about it and tell me soon. But if you say tomorrow, let's meet up here again."

"Not here. I will choose the place," Mei said with a gentle smile.

"Your choice," Erwin replied.

He silently escorted her back to her apartment, their faces beet red. When they finally arrived, Erwin spoke. "See you, Mei." Mei nodded and answered with a gentle smile and a soft voice. "Do not forget about tomorrow."

Then she went inside, leaving Erwin alone outside.

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Erwin entered his apartment.

Although he stayed in the same subdivision as the person he had been in love with for years, they lived in different sections. A simple apartment with an old design located at their subdivision's street no. 28. Erwin leads a simple lifestyle, owning a 6-ft bookshelf, a desk, and a bed. On his desk are a laptop and a study lamp. Because he doesn't own a refrigerator, he only buys ingredients he needs for the day, cooking them on a cheap stove in the corner of his room. He lived luxuriously

in the past, but that part of him is gone.

Erwin sighed. "I forgot to buy bread for tomorrow morning."

Giving up, he turned his light off and lay on his bed. Minutes later, he picked up his phone and texted Nick about what had happened.

*Bzzt* *Bzzt*

Nick was calling, and Erwin answered it.

"Good job! I knew you could do it. I will wish you luck tomorrow. Now, can we sleep? It is already midnight. Seriously, I should remember to mute my phone when I sleep; it's causing me to panic when someone messages me. Good night." Nick rambled off.

"Tsk. Yeah. Goodnight, douche," Erwin said before he heard the click indicating the call ended.

"Seriously, he could have just read it when fully awake."

Erwin shut his phone down entirely so he would not be disturbed, and he just lay there, thinking about Mei's reply. He became excited, and his face hurt because he smiled too much.

‘It may be harmful to have my hopes up, but
’

Erwin remembered that Mei held his hand and leaned on his chest.

‘But I am confident that she likes me.’

He became serious.

‘Confident huh? I am also

convinced that 'that' happened.’

He remembered the vague memories in his head.

‘Why? Why is it so blurry?’

He then stood up and approached his desk. Sitting on his chair, he opened his laptop to search for the bombing. The faint memory in his head suggests that the bombing had happened and not a robbery.

"Everything I find says that it was a robbery. But why? Why does it feel off? What is so special about this? I can't understand," he murmured.

Then, he found an article titled, "December 16, 2032. A series of bombings happened at the

buildings of Central Street around 5:41 pm and 7:43 pm..."

“This!” He shouted.

"This is the most trusted news website on the internet! This is it! This- ugh!"

Then, Erwin's vision darkened again. Clenching his left fist, he tried to fight against it. But his

head ached so much that his right hand involuntarily reached his head, trying to soothe the pain. It worked, but as soon as his vision cleared, the article disappeared, and, worse, his laptop was off.

He noticed this and stood up quickly in panic, causing his chair to fall. Sighing, Erwin returned to his bed and laid back down. "I need to sleep. I am probably just tired."

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Terrible screams from afar were heard. Children suffer from pain, pain from their bodies being torn apart. Adults shouting for help as they were burned alive. The elderly are being crushed by boulders. Blood splatters everywhere, eyeballs rolling, the insides are everywhere, the burned corpses charred until they were unrecognizable.

As Erwin walks into a place described as hell, he sees and hears all these things. He was terrified, furious, and disgusted. Erwin couldn't think properly. Even if he closed his eyes, the blood-curdling screams could give him nightmares. Vivid nightmares of crying and screaming children, the sound of adults and elderly shouting hopelessly while being burned alive and slaughtered.

Erwin repressed his tears as he trembled and almost froze to death. He couldn't say a word; his voice caught in his throat.

*Thump*

A step was heard. Erwin glanced behind him, and his face turned paler.

He saw a figure; it was a human-like figure. Its face was distorted enough that the only thing clear was its two huge dark eyes above a crooked body. Its crooked right hand gripping the hair of a decapitated human head, whose eyes only showed white, save for the red veins. The mouth was wide open, a remnant sign that the human was decapitated while they were screaming in intense pain, sorrow, and fear.

The figure raised its free hand, enclosing its ring and pinky finger. Its remaining three fingers dug into the decapitated head's right eye, pulling it out. Opening its mouth in preparation, the monster raised his hand and ate the eyeball. *Squish*

Sensing it had company, it stared at Erwin and smiled; blood dripped from its mouth. Its teeth are razor-sharp, sharp enough to bite the rip-off human flesh.

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Erwin woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat, panting hard and shaking his body. Feeling sick, he ran to the bathroom and puked into the toilet. His tears and nose were watery, his eyes red, and his sweat seeped into his clothes, dampening his entire body. Afterward, he flushed the toilet and sat on the bathroom floor.

*pant* *pant*

He stood up to wash his face and change his clothes. Picking up his phone, he booted it up, noting the time to be 4:02 am.

"It's still early," Erwin said, tired. "Huh?"

He noticed a series of messages from Mei.

‘Why is she texting currently?’

"Spamming?" he wondered as his body began to tremble.

"This is some kind of a prank, right?"

He opened them one by one.

The first message. December 17, 2032. 2:04 am. "Something is going on outside my apartment. I am unsure of what it is."

The second message. December 17, 2032. 2:13 am. "Someone is trying to destroy my door. I tried calling the police, but it's not working. So, I just texted, and I hope the authorities received it. I am scared. Please help."

Erwin started to panic, moving quickly to get dressed, reading them as he dressed.

The third message. December 17, 2032. 2:21 am "I covered the door with heavy objects. I tried calling everyone again and again, but it wasn't working. I tried texting everyone and asking for help, but I was waiting for someone to answer. If you see this, please help me. I screamed, but no one came. Please. Come."

The fourth message. December 17, 2032. 2:29 am "Help, the door is broken."

The fifth and final message. December 17, 2032. 2:30 am.

It was a voice message. Erwin couldn't breathe, his mind blanking, his hands shaking furiously.

His heart pounded so hard he thought it would leave his body. Slowly, he opened the last message.

"Help! Please, Help!" *Drop*

Her blood-curdling scream filled the room before the phone dropped, ending the call.

Erwin rushed outside his apartment, already out of breath. Tears filled his eyes, and he was sweating profusely. He sat on his bike and peddled as fast as he could.

‘Please! Be safe!’

Arriving at Mei's apartment, he noticed it was dark and creepy.

The gate was open, the door

unhinged. Erwin pressed the brakes of his bicycle and fell off because of the speed, but it was at a manageable impact. He stood up, left the bike, and ran towards the apartment, rushing to the second floor, only stopping at the foot of Mei's room.

Sniffing around, Erwin cringed at the weird metallic scent, quickly recognizing it as blood.

Although nervous, he opened the door in a rush. As the room was dark, he took his phone out and opened the flashlight.

Looking down at his feet, he found a trail of blood. "No ... no, please
"

He followed the trail and screamed. "No! No! Please 
 no!"

What he saw 


"Please! This is a dream, right?! Like last time!"

No. It is not a dream.

His eyes slowly went up to find Mei nailed to the wall, her head twisted like an owl's, her face almost shattered. Erwin found her eyes on the floor, and when he studied her face again, he noticed the dislocated jaw and a broken nose, as well as the hole in her cheeks. The stomach had a massive hole, clearly ripped apart, her guts splattered everywhere, some still dangling from her body.

"Argh!" Frustrated, Erwin screamed. He cried so hard; the feeling was new to him; he had never experienced this much pain before, a trauma in his heart.

Vomiting, he ran away from the room, tripping on the top step of the stairs in the process. Erwin fell, but the height wasn't dangerous, and his face hit the ground. Trying to stand up, he felt dizzy, and then he felt blood dripping from his nose. It brought back the memories of the scene he had seen earlier, causing him to vomit again.

After that, he fell on his knees, his vision blurry. Gazing through the window, he saw someone jogging outside the gate.

He then inhaled deeply, and with all his might, he yelled.

"HELP!"

-Chapter 1 End-