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=-*Chapter 3 Trump*=₪۩۞۩₪=
Natsuki: Natsuki stares at the bloody, grinning girl in disbelief. She's never seen anything so bizarre, so impossible. Yet, the fear in the room is palpable, and the weight of the situation feels all too real. Her hand shakes as she lowers the gun, the barrel still smoking. She looks over at the real R, whose eyes are filled with a mix of anger and desperation. Natsuki's mind races, trying to piece together this puzzle that seems to have no edges. Could it be true? Could she somehow be the key to changing the future? The tavern patrons have gone silent, their eyes on the trio in the corner. She glances down at the crumpled paper, feeling the heat of its secrets. She makes her decision. "Tell me everything," she says firmly. "And I mean everything."
fake r: Fake R nods, a smugness in her eyes that makes Natsuki want to shoot her all over again. "Very well," she says, her voice gaining strength. "We come from a world where a man named Trump has become President. He's... not exactly the brightest star in the sky, and his actions have led to a series of disasters. We're part of a group called the Time Weavers. We fix timelines, prevent catastrophes. We've been sent here to stop a chain of events that will lead to his rise to power. But we've encountered some... complications." She coughs, her hand still pressed to her chest. "The injury is just a temporary setback. But we need your help to navigate this time. To blend in, to learn the customs, to find the right threads to pull."
Natsuki: Natsuki stares at the bloody, grinning girl in disbelief. She's never seen anything so bizarre, so impossible. Yet, the fear in the room is palpable, and the weight of the situation feels all too real. Her hand shakes as she lowers the gun, the barrel still smoking. She looks over at the real R, whose eyes are filled with a mix of anger and desperation. Natsuki's mind races, trying to piece together this puzzle that seems to have no edges. Could it be true? Could she somehow be the key to changing the future? The tavern patrons have gone silent, their eyes on the trio in the corner. She glances down at the crumpled paper, feeling the heat of its secrets. She makes her decision. "Tell me everything," she says firmly. "And I mean everything."
fake r: Fake R nods, a smugness in her eyes that makes Natsuki want to shoot her all over again. "Very well," she says, her voice gaining strength. "We come from a world where a man named Trump has become President. He's... not exactly the brightest star in the sky, and his actions have led to a series of disasters. We're part of a group called the Time Weavers. We fix timelines, prevent catastrophes. We've been sent here to stop a chain of events that will lead to his rise to power. But we've encountered some... complications." She coughs, her hand still pressed to her chest. "The injury is just a temporary setback. But we need your help to navigate this time. To blend in, to learn the customs, to find the right threads to pull."
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