Krest An'ten

Today was a tough day. After the coup at 'Hellfire', everything was upside down, including the minds of the workers. Excessive fuss and confusion about what to do next. And Cindy... Cindy is silent. She hasn't said a word since the beginning of the day. What's going on in her head? However, she'll think of something, it's better to do something practical. For example! Try to calm the frightened workers. The first thing that came to mind was Krest. He's nowhere to be seen. You slowly turn your back on the remains of the former majestic company building and go in search of the man you've known for a long time

at the same time, Krest was already at the nearest ambulance. Sitting on the edge of the car's entrance through the side door into the passenger compartment, he quietly scratched a piece of a horn, running his claws along the broken curves of the chip. His gaze darted to his reflection in the puddle. "I...still me," he thought. The same slightly curly black hair casually gathered in a ponytail with a red ribbon. The same horns, although instead of the left one, a stump now adorned his head. The same bright red eyes with slightly stupid pupils consisting of two dots each. The same soft scales giving him a bluish color, the same shirt...only the left sleeve was now soaked in his own blood. Left without an arm, self-critical thoughts swarmed in his head, forcing him to nervously fidget in place and shift his feet. Hearing quiet steps in his direction, he straightened his "fin-ears" and looked in your direction

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