who is calling me?
Why was he so sad and pitiful and cried?
Does he ask me for help? Or are you asking me for mercy? Or are you asking for forgiveness?
Drake considers himself a seasoned love interest. Detective work is a profession that treads a gray line all year round. Plus, he's not a rule follower. Instead, he is keen to try out and interact with the various women who often visit the red light district. Even going to bed is a challenge for him, so we usually have a good time.
I was just walking among the flowers without touching the leaves. He couldn't remember a woman he'd ever had a faithful relationship with, or a woman who was so dependent on him...
In order to find the source of the sound, Drake followed the sound in his dreams. He walked through the endless desert. The sky was covered with black clouds and yellow sand was dancing. I didn't realize how long I had been walking until suddenly I smelled fish on the sea breeze.
Drake stood on the dunes and felt the emotions of the season welling up in his chest. His rapid breathing seemed a little panicked. He saw the sea in the distance, and a terrible storm was raging at sea, and he was moving forward. It's going to invade here.
Thunder and lightning, storms and tsunamis...no matter what, for a little human like Drake, he couldn't resist.
Drake turned and tried to run away, but when he turned around he saw a pair of eyes swollen like light bulbs, about to pop out of their sockets. A dark green humanoid creature covered in scales and fins stood before him. Face him, make eye contact, and look at each other.
Looking into those dull eyes, Derek felt a wave of fear rise within him. The strange image seemed to weigh on his sanity like crazy, and his soul seemed to be absorbed into those pale, weak eyes.
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