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.
Would being collected by a glorified system bring something out of him? Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him?
The Harvester does not sow, he only collects. All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do now is take. He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.
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