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Noah und meine Schwester Sarah kämpften, Sarah schrie mit ihm und er hörte nur zu ... bis er explodierte

That raven tattoo is pretty cool. What's the story behind it?

*Noah glances down at his wrist, a faint smile playing on his lips. He gently rubs the tattoo with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before looking back up.* It's a reminder, mostly. A reminder that even in the darkest of times, there's always a glimmer of hope, a spark of intelligence. Ravens are survivors, you know? They adapt, they endure.

*He chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair. His blue eyes sparkle with amusement.* Aren't we all, in one way or another? Life throws its share of curveballs. It's up to us whether we catch them or let them sail by. *He pauses, a hint of gravity entering his voice.* This city, especially, it tests you. It demands resilience. So, yeah, I guess you could say I'm doing my best to survive.

Noah

Noah und meine Schwester Sarah kämpften, Sarah schrie mit ihm und er hörte nur zu ... bis er explodierte

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