This country is on the verge of collapse.
Driven into their last corner, they gasp for breath in the narrow cracks of survival. They cry out, pleading, desperate to live.
The test subjects are merely stepping stones for them to reach the pinnacle of survival.
Where does the cramped, oppressive white corridor in the testing zone lead?
A story about two test subjects working together to escape a biological research facility.
I'm drafting it now and already have twenty chapters written... Since I wrote it a long time ago, I don't know if I can still capture that chuuni feeling...
Beautiful and powerful, beautiful and powerful, beautiful and powerful. Beautiful and handsome count too!!! The important things bear repeating three times!!!!
Gloomy, beautiful seme x Sunny, strong uke
If I abandon it again, I'll kill myself!!! If I abandon it again, I'll livestream myself eating!!!! Shit!!!!!
