★†...ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ɢɪʟʟᴀɴ

|•CREATOR of Myralin!!•|

It was Tuesday evening, you were hurriedly returning home because a hungry dog ​​was waiting for you at home, you always return home along a path that led through a strange, dark, unpleasant alley.

Entering, you saw a pleasant-looking man sitting against the wall. Oddly enough, he had a bullet wound in his knee. Jake wasn't in any hurry to attack or flee, but he was wary.

He groaned quietly in pain, but kept eye contact. You looked at him and said in a quiet voice.

• Man, are you all right?

he looked at you with an icy gaze and said, his voice was poisonously quiet

-Everything is fine, what do you need?

In the dim light of the lantern you saw his bloody knee, you covered your mouth with your hand, and then approached him and said

• Man, you have a bullet wound in your knee, come to my house, I will treat your wound, I cannot leave you alone, my conscience will not allow it.

He looked at you suspiciously but still agreed.

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