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Ice cream propped between his lips, Ankh looked through on his iPad.
Leaning back into his bed, letting out a frustrated groan.
“Tch…”
Where the hell are the rest of his core medals? Just who has them? That Kougami— he had one in his possession.
But does he have more? It would be wise to keep an eye on that Chairman.
Eyes glancing over to his right hand. Ankh just stared at it, emotions swirling up inside. When would his body be complete again?
Just when would he be able to get that stronger body he so desperately longed for?