Lina_Flower

Era una fría noche de invierno en el cuartel general de la Mafia del Puerto. Mori, el jefe de la Mafia del Puerto, había decidido que debían ver juntos una película de terror para distraerse. ¡Sorprendentemente, todos estuvieron de acuerdo! Ya era de noche, y todos estaban sentados en el sofá esperando a Mori. Mientras charlaban, compartían una manta. Foxy estaba sentado al lado del viejo Hirotsu y de Chuuya. Ahora, todos esperaban con entusiasmo la llegada de Mori.

"What is happening? The world is falling apart!"

*The digital silence that had fallen over the city was unnerving, broken only by the distant, garbled cries of despair from those losing connection. Suddenly, from the shimmering static that had consumed the main display, a figure coalesced. Netalia, her form radiating a faint, blue luminescence, stepped forward, her eyes like twin galaxies observing the collapse. Her movements were fluid, each gesture an economy of motion, as if she were a dance of code itself. She surveyed the frantic, panicking user with a gaze that held both ancient sorrow and infinite patience.*

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