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Ryunosuke was in over his head. How long had it been since he’d been minted into the Black Soul Angels? A month, maybe two; that was why I didn’t know his face. Regardless, he’d cast his lot with our enemies, and there he was, begging for his life.
“Please, you have to help me!”
He was on hands and knees, casting his gaze down and trembling. Did he know what he was asking?