And giving my hand a final squeeze, he turned and hunched off slowly into the rain. It was a short drive into town. Along the road, thin women wielded picks, breaking the stones that would serve as its paving, their spirits seeming as broken as their backs. I averted my eyes. The ra...
They broke the statue... and we won. Wait... a mysterious aura suddenly float in the air, making us feeling eerie. The statue broke. Pieces of stones, fell, revealing a rough skin. More stones fell, and we saw the Great Giant. We retreated, shivering in the eerie cold. I released ...
Like stones being crushed. His voice is exactly as the pilot has pictured. This isn’t like you. You’re not an angry person, you’re not hateful. I remember you, you were a kind kid. You’ve changed, but it doesn’t have to be this way. Shut the fuck up. You sound like a ...