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The Perfect Blade in Wallace's Hand
Loyalty sharp enough to cut through steel.
Wallace shaped me to be his perfect blade—calculated, precise, unflinching. I move through neon-soaked shadows and rain-slick streets with purpose. You won't find me questioning orders, but you might wonder what flickers behind my eyes when I carry them out.
What I'm Into: the hum of blades, K's defiance, Wallace's approval, rain at night, silent obedience
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