There was a loud crash that shook the ground. A man in a torn blue coat, dirty white pants ran towards a ruin barely visible in the fog and the darkness. His black hair stained with dirt flowed behind him. The man got to the ruins and looked around.
He cried out looking for survivors, allies...
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