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The enemy lair is my new home. Cozy and comfortable it is not. I do what I’m told . . . for the most part. I won’t let them believe I’ve given up. They need me, and I won’t let them forget it. Everyone is plotting. Scheming. Trying to win. The future is uncertain. None of us are guaranteed to make it. We’re so far apart, and yet I have to trust. I have to believe. We need an army. A plan. A contingency. When things go wrong, we have to act on the fly.
Who can we trust?
Who will survive?
Relying on the wrong person could end us all. I need a guiding light. Hope for a future. If we don’t have that, our lives are as good as over anyway. Maybe losing our lives is the only way this ends.
Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.
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