Title: Valgfritt

Text: An inevitable predicament. A losing battle with no chance for victory. A situation where I will die in a minute no matter what. Neither Vlov, nor Arcueid, nor whoever else happens to watch this mess unfold will doubt my inevitable death. Above all, I myself have no hope for my own survival. And yet... An animalistic urge sprouts from deep within me. Why am I smiling at a time like this? Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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