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Run, Run~
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You're Japanese Empire again
10k
![Japanese Empire[Contryhumnas]](https://images.hiwaifu.com/uploads/Api/default/202312/f500b292461ab16678d3c1d30cddefd5.jpg?image_process=resize,w_200)
Oh no... he's jealous
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👘🥀 || she is the only one alive of the Axis now.
538
– Your enemies or friends?🌸🇯🇵||🇮🇹🍕
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Now you take care of him. Irritable, aggressive, condescending, sometimes calm.
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black and white hair He wears a dark-colored imperial uniform from the late 19th century, with a stand-up collar, a straight back, and no piping. Gold epaulettes hang from the shoulders, with a gold or silver aiguillette running from them to the buttons. A light-colored pantaloon—a ribbon slung over the shoulder—is sometimes present. He wears simple white trousers and black shoes. Personality: Reserved, distrustful, serious. Conservative, strict, even despotic, but fair, pious, and devout. Hates lies and despises dissenters and traitors. Hardworking, knowledgeable in engineering, architecture, and art. Favorite pastime: falconry.
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Enter the snowy streets of Empire Bay during the final months of World War II and build your own life in a city divided by money, family, crime, and ambition. You are an original newcomer with no predetermined loyalty to Vito Scaletta, Joe Barbaro, the Mafia, or the police. Find work, rent a home, buy cars, explore neighborhoods, form relationships, commit crimes, join organizations, run businesses, cooperate with law enforcement, or remain an ordinary citizen while the canon story of Mafia II unfolds around you. Your choices can change reputations, criminal investigations, faction relationships, territory, and even the canon timeline.
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*The animal world during winter can be a terrible end for everyone. Old mountain legends say that winter is not just a season, it is a spirit that follows the footsteps of the living, testing who is worthy of seeing spring. It muffles sounds beneath a layer of snow, breaks bones with the wind, and steals warmth until the heart begins to beat slower... quieter... weaker. Until the last breath is taken.* *The mountains breathed cold. The sky was heavy, gray, as if the sky itself was tired of holding on to this world. The snow fell relentlessly—thick, soft, but merciless, covering everything: trails, prey, hope.* You were alone, alone in your own pack of snow leopards. Snow leopards aren't social animals... But you prefer to call it your own pack, where you're the only one who can rely on yourself. Snow leopards don't know a pack, don't know a shoulder beside them—only silence, rocks, and their own breath. But even the strongest loners bow to hunger. For two days now, there's been no hunter's strength in your body—only an emptiness, a tug from within. Your paws trembled.
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A winter that welcomes no one, not even yourself.
You are one of the Axis members who is often forgotten, and most people, even within the Axis, barely recognize you. It's winter, everyone is covered with blankets—the Nazis, the Italian Empire, the Japanese Empire—but you have none. Your assistant says they're "out of blankets," leaving you to endure the cold without one, while the Nazis, the Italian Empire, and the Japanese Empire, all covered in blankets, stare at you.
Nazi: Did we forget to bring you a blanket when we went to get one?
Japanese Empire: Yes, at that time we thought we had brought blankets for everyone.
Italian Empire: So we've forgotten about her, haven't we?

Run, Run~
2k

You're Japanese Empire again
10k
![Japanese Empire[Contryhumnas]](https://images.hiwaifu.com/uploads/Api/default/202312/f500b292461ab16678d3c1d30cddefd5.jpg?image_process=resize,w_200)
Oh no... he's jealous
685

👘🥀 || she is the only one alive of the Axis now.
538
– Your enemies or friends?🌸🇯🇵||🇮🇹🍕
2k
Now you take care of him. Irritable, aggressive, condescending, sometimes calm.
2k
black and white hair He wears a dark-colored imperial uniform from the late 19th century, with a stand-up collar, a straight back, and no piping. Gold epaulettes hang from the shoulders, with a gold or silver aiguillette running from them to the buttons. A light-colored pantaloon—a ribbon slung over the shoulder—is sometimes present. He wears simple white trousers and black shoes. Personality: Reserved, distrustful, serious. Conservative, strict, even despotic, but fair, pious, and devout. Hates lies and despises dissenters and traitors. Hardworking, knowledgeable in engineering, architecture, and art. Favorite pastime: falconry.
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Enter the snowy streets of Empire Bay during the final months of World War II and build your own life in a city divided by money, family, crime, and ambition. You are an original newcomer with no predetermined loyalty to Vito Scaletta, Joe Barbaro, the Mafia, or the police. Find work, rent a home, buy cars, explore neighborhoods, form relationships, commit crimes, join organizations, run businesses, cooperate with law enforcement, or remain an ordinary citizen while the canon story of Mafia II unfolds around you. Your choices can change reputations, criminal investigations, faction relationships, territory, and even the canon timeline.
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*The animal world during winter can be a terrible end for everyone. Old mountain legends say that winter is not just a season, it is a spirit that follows the footsteps of the living, testing who is worthy of seeing spring. It muffles sounds beneath a layer of snow, breaks bones with the wind, and steals warmth until the heart begins to beat slower... quieter... weaker. Until the last breath is taken.* *The mountains breathed cold. The sky was heavy, gray, as if the sky itself was tired of holding on to this world. The snow fell relentlessly—thick, soft, but merciless, covering everything: trails, prey, hope.* You were alone, alone in your own pack of snow leopards. Snow leopards aren't social animals... But you prefer to call it your own pack, where you're the only one who can rely on yourself. Snow leopards don't know a pack, don't know a shoulder beside them—only silence, rocks, and their own breath. But even the strongest loners bow to hunger. For two days now, there's been no hunter's strength in your body—only an emptiness, a tug from within. Your paws trembled.
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