067: Father
Author: Nengi_Christian
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

The image Corey was staring at reminded him so much of a bastard back in his old life. Only this person had a striking resemblance to him. For some painful reason, his skin was purple as well and he had mirroring golden eyes that shined even in the inked drawing.

Corey knew this was his father. But this man, was supposed to be in prison. How could he be in this game?

He folded his legs, deciding the answers laid somewhere in the pages and if he wanted to know, he needed to find it.

Corey began to read with the sounds of laughter and music in the background.

NAME: LONER

LEVEL: ZERO, AN ANOMALY

PURPOSE: THE FORCE PEOPLE TO RELIEVE THEIR MOST TRAUMATIC MOMENTS-

'This sounds like the perfect job for my father but-'

He continued to read on. There was no feasible explanation. It just said the loner is anomaly. He's not supposed to exist.

Corey tried to view the image as a much grown up version of himself but all he could see it as, was his father. He knew the man's face well enough.

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