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... > The air was thick with tension as the echo of harsh, angry words filled a dimly lit room. On the wooden floor, a small boy no older than 10 years old, lay curled into a trembling ball. His frail arms clutched his sides, trying to shield himself from the relentless kicks of his father's antagonizing feet.
The boy who's name was Hitoshi Mitsuki, trembled on the wooden floor, tears already soaking the dirty wooden boards beneath him. His frail arms tried their best to clutch at his ribs b ...
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