Rakna wasn’t normal. No, unmistakably not. Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him was normal. But he was trying to be. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its best to live the life it had been taught to enjoy again.
But... it was still but a fragment, imperfect and splintered.
Would being collected by a glorified system bring something out of him?
Would it heal? Would it end? Would he learn to breathe again in the pool of blood?
The Harvester does not sow, he only collects. He will drink their blood and devour their hearts. If that is what fate wants him to be, he will humor it until he’s the last one howling.
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