<🎧 Song Recommendation: Remember by Asake>
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"THAT IS A PRINT! HOLY SHIT, THAT IS A PRINT!" Arthur kept screaming in excitement. He had really gotten everything he wanted.
The warehouse meanwhile erupted. The two hundred fans, previously frozen in the pitch-black silence, completely lost their minds, cheering and howling into the dark.
Up on the metal grating, Von slumped against the railing. He immediately deactivated the skills. The sudden withdrawal of the intense, manufactured terror and the heavy projection left him feeling hollowed out and physically exhausted for some reason.
His chest continued heaving even though he wasn't projecting any emotion anymore. But soon, the house lights came on, flooding the warehouse and giving him a chance to recollect.
[EXP: 80]
