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SCENARIO. Any master key, I sink. Does nothing tell truth, why dreams continue me? To hate, honnir, is all that my life bequeathed me? I run, others die, returns the days when the nights tremble, others escape. The hell, the hell to be from here, to have to me to exist when to live is only illusion. Any master key, remains the ground, repue of scrap. Who sees me? Me am heard. Who says to me that to believe? All is only treachery. I am strong, I survive your deaths. I am strong, I regret my childhood. My force is a drained bark which wounds, mortal, my heart. My Noire skin, which has the right? I survive all your projects, but in my heart, the hell controls me… I would like so much to give me to only laugh under the rain.