The first time he opened his eyes in the cold mechanical warehouse, the man's cold and sharp eyes were firmly engraved in the depths of his mind.
"Nineteen, number nineteen."
"Codename: Juror."
He gave himself a name, a mission, and a goal to pursue throughout his life. He turned himself into the sharpest dagger in a man's hand. The blade had tasted the blood of countless people, but it could not touch the warmth he wanted.
Countless people get close to their dream position and then leave without moving.
On the bloody and misty road to the end of the world, he stumbled forward, trying to catch up with the man, but he could never cross the huge gap between identity and destiny.
Until a certain moment, the last star in my mind was completely lit up.
"Hey, it's you." The young man's face, which had never changed, was tainted with a hint of paranoia and arrogance, and a wanton smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Then, let's have a fight. If you can't beat me, just be obedient."
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[Cold and violent lone wolf attack × Paranoid and bloodthirsty evil rabbit]
1v1 double clean
Intention: None