He hated the coats. White, they stained too easily, and, were cumbersome when he wanted to just walk around and move freely. If he could get away with not having it he would. What also stunk was the lack of any real friend or companion that he could simply relate to. Men who were not looking like victims of animal attacks or like total freak shows.
Normal people apparently, didn't exist.
Yet still, Elio hoped for someone normal. And his hopes actually got up when he dropped by a lab to deliver some files and saw a guy drinking what looked like REAL esspresso and lacking any strange scars or mutations.
God bless.
"You the only one here today?" If so, then lucky break for Elio, the delivery of documents was for this guy.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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