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⊹ ִ ۫ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑎 • retweetledi
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2DAU! Salam, dengan leader guild dan itemnya di sini. Silakan tinggalkan keyword/ic beserta emoji 🔗 untuk berinteraksi dengan guild leader (rambut kuning) atau 🦊 untuk sang item (rambut hitam). RT untuk bermutual. See you. (Canon)
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⊹ ִ ۫ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑎 • retweetledi
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2DAU! Izin menjatuhkan ajakan pertemanan dan menulis dengan seorang S-class hunter yang sedang menyembunyikan identitasnya. Silahkan balas tweet ini dengan IC atau retweet untuk berteman. (Canon)
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⊹ ִ ۫ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑎 •
Early in the morning, Sandriena was already awake. She stood in her penthouse, enjoying the fresh air from the balcony. The faint aroma of coffee drifted from the coffee machine, blending with the calmness of the dawn.
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in a practiced lock. His bat clatters onto the cobblestone. She shoves him toward the officer with a mocking smile. “Two gifts for you,” she says coolly. “I trust you won’t waste them.” Her golden eyes narrow on the bulkier bruiser lingering at the back, the true muscle of the +
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rested the Glock-17—a piece of steel she cherished not just as a weapon, but as an extension of her will. She drew it out with reverence, the cool weight grounding her as though reminding her that even in weariness, strength was never far from her grasp.
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Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft click of metal against wood as she closed the weapon’s case. Her hand drifted almost instinctively to the glass-fronted cabinet that held her most trusted companions. There, gleaming under the dim light,
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Sandriena returned from her mission with the weight of exhaustion pressed deep into her bones. The familiar scent of gunpowder still lingered faintly on her gloves as she carefully stored away the heavy rifle, leaving the spent shells to be dealt with later.
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