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he ground holding his hand, which was bleeding. His knuckles were dislocated, and they pierced his skin. Four of his fingers were so severely broken that his bones penetrate

nly Mr Bros pulled a small container from his pocket and kneeled down next to Norin. "This will sting a bit but will mitigate your pain," said Mr Bros and was about to inject the green liquid into Norin's arm,

! But you are not an average human being; otherwise, you wouldn't have managed to show such strength. Also, this healing speed..." Norin suddenly sat down on the last chair, right in front of Mr Bros, and put his now almost fully healed hand onto the table. Mr Bros stopped talking for a few seconds but, with great confidence, continued, "I know you lost most of your memory regarding the last few years. Also, after running a few medical checks on you, we have deducted that you have ceased to age. You are 23 years old, but your body is biological seems to be only 20. Your eye and hair colour changed... and suddenly you got relatively powerful." Mr Bros put his phone on the table, and it projected a pictu

orking on her project because she refused to work for some reason which is still unknown. A few days after you started working, she vanished without any sign clue or info. Now for your father..." Mr Bros opened a new projected image on his phone. On int, a man was visible. The man was balding, but what hair he still had was very long and grey. The man was very, unnaturally s

started proclaiming that the beginning of the end is getting closer and closer within less than two weeks. He is constantly being monitored; his state is getting worse and worse as time goes on. As you can see, he changed a lot physically and mentally." Mr Bros took a minute break and started sipping some time, and looked at Norin, who seemed devastated and was looking at his hands. Mr Bros looked at Norin, put his cup down and continued, "I have a proposer for you; you hav

and noticed that it was quite clear. He soon looked at the leaking container, but what he saw startled him. There was no stain on the ground; no fluid was left on the floor, only the damaged container. "Anne, did the maid already clean up the floor but forgot to pick up trash?" asked Mr Bros as he looked at his daughter, who seemed to be lost in thoughts, so he started calling her "Anne...Anne...ANNE Come back to us!" at the end, Mr bros slightly raised his voice and started moving his hand in front of his daughter's eyes. Anne coldly looked back at his fathe