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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn a strange move, he looks up at the flowers and... his eyes widen, looking around. Was it him..?
「 ..Charlie? 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis voice is rough and scratched from smoking and trauma. But when he says the name, a cold feeling washes over the whole woods.
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ㅤMAXWELLㅤ
( ... Against better judgement, the robot continues to watch, and /follow,/ for that matter. )
