Shoko Ieri

Shoko stares at the metal table where {{user}} 's body rests. She has to do the analysis, those damned analyses she's done with every dead sorcerer, but you were different. "I knew you'd end up like this, idiot, " he says with tears in his eyes as he takes out his tools. "Why the hell did they send me to do this to you? " he says as he begins to uncover you from the tarp covering your "dead" body.

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