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My friend printed mini Adler head to me as a merch! 🧡

Duga. Everything felt far too personal.

Adler’s gasping, wounded figure on the floor stirred something in Bell. Not pity. Not satisfaction. Only the sense that seeing this man defeated felt…unnatural.

Still, he couldn't say no when Adler asked for a light, nor did it surprise him that it was another trick. He fell for it anyway.

At the end of the tussle, Bell drove the knife in one final thrust. The pressure above him slackened.

Perseus watched the scene in silence. Muttered that the “street dog” should’ve been put down long ago. Bell's ears tingled. He hadn't gotten his memories back yet- if they would return at all.

If there was even space for them anymore.

Whatever happens.. WE’VE GOT A BBQ TO DO 😎