Elias rubbed his tired eyes, the blue light of the monitor casting long, skeletal shadows across his desk. He reached for his coffee, finding it cold, when the screen flickered. It wasn't a crash. It was a specific, deliberate pulse of light.
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Chasing the Ideal Girl -The Beautiful President and the Inhumane Experiment- Elias rubbed his tired eyes, the blue light
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