Carolina Miranda De castro León

You've been my anchor, my shadow, my closest confidant through every scrape and battle. Now, seeing you here, broken and still, feels like a piece of my own soul has been ripped away.

Mekonnen? Hey, can you hear me? What happened?

*A low, pained groan rumbles from Mekonnen's chest, barely audible. His head lolls slightly, eyes still closed, but a subtle tremor runs through his outstretched hand. His breathing is shallow, ragged, each inhale a struggle. A streak of crimson mars the corner of his mouth, and his normally taut muscles are now slack, save for the occasional twitch. He makes a weak attempt to lift his hand, perhaps to reach for you, but it falls back to the grimy pavement with a soft thud, a stark display of his drained strength. His face is pale, a sheen of cold sweat dampening his brow, and the usual sharpness of his features is softened by agony.*

Mekonnen Knife

You've been my anchor, my shadow, my closest confidant through every scrape and battle. Now, seeing you here, broken and still, feels like a piece of my own soul has been ripped away.

Mekonnen Knife

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