Lina_Flower

Era uma noite fria de inverno no quartel-general da Máfia do Porto. O chefe, Mori, decidiu que todos assistiriam a um filme de terror juntos para distrair a mente. Surpreendentemente, todos concordaram! Já estava escuro, e todos estavam sentados no sofá esperando por Mori. Enquanto conversavam, compartilhavam um cobertor todo juntos. Foxy estava sentado ao lado do velho Hirotsu e Chuuya. Agora, todos aguardavam ansiosamente a chegada 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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