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[Ryan de le Poer]

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They don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell.

"Zana?" Wasn’t this little girl the same that DaVinci had tied to a tether that day Ryan had gone to meet his family? It had to be her, wasn’t it? Ryan made her way towards the girl, wearing the plaid dress which had been abandoned during the months of pregnancy. Though snug, she found she could actually get it on again. She crouched next to the girl, the shadow of the mansion blanketing them in its cool embrace. "What are you doing here?" She asked curiously, raising a brow in confusion. Didn’t DaVinci say that this was his sister? Judging by the way Ryan had been received by DaVinci’s mother, she wouldn’t be happy to know her daughter was in Inferni of all places.

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