_{【 Gone were the days of carefree laughter and easy-going state of minds. Gone were the days of nothing but playing Portal with his sister and the warm, familiar smell of fresh pizza in the car seat beside him. Laugh lines that crinkle with each smile fade as his smiles become a rarity and the sound of his laughter nothing but a myth.} 

              _{Thrown into this world with a violent thrust, there’s no other choice but to walk out of it teeth bared and hands bloody.} 

                   You either win, or you die;

                                                                                 _{There is n o middle ground anymore. 】}

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