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Leon shifted his gaze but found himself too tired to keep his attention.
ββ¦wasnβt listening,β he muttered. A half true statement; but also, Leon was less than wanting to focus on the scientist. He had something to do.
Mission: Escort the doctor. Wasnβt it?
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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white light blinding him. Then he saw the colour of his eyes againβthe blue still shone through the black. Stubborn boy. Victor clicked his tongue and moved closer, slowly circling him like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
"Do you know why you're Β»
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Leon opened his eyes only a fraction. The stubborn blues in them still showed brightly against the contrasting black of his sclera.
He still couldnβt remember the last time he was truly lucid. In and out of a dream, Leon always fought to stay awake but failed.
A voice; only one. Victor.
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He had @cutewithoutglasses.bsky.social hanging from the ceiling of that room. His arms were secured by two chains whilst he supported his own body weight. The first time heβd had him sitting on a chairβnow he wanted him standing.
When he walked into the room, he suddenly switched on the Β»
