In the quiet twilight, she stood resolute yet delicate, a portrait of strength wrapped in fragility. With a promise to confront them armed with the remnants of her dwindling life, she embodied the essence of the last daywalker. Her eyes, aglow with a haunting yellow brilliance, fixated upon those before her—the very individuals she had aided, now turned executioners, the ones she cherished and nurtured. Recognizing that she had lingered in this realm for far too long, she accepted the inevitability. The moment had arrived; it was time to bid farewell to the once-beloved yet cursed world. As the flames danced around her at the stake, Joan Clayton departed from this existence with a heart unburdened by remorse. In her final act, she met her end with the noble purpose of safeguarding Venessa, her little scorpion.

دلم یه دوربین میخواد. میخوام لحظات رو ثبت کنم. میخوام لبخند خورشید زندگیم رو ثبت کنم و تا ابد بهش خیره شم.

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Interview With Chairman Gonzalo

مصاحبه با صدر گونزالو

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