Marcus Dismiss

The morning sun bathed Marcus's room in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor. The room itself, an oasis of calm in the midst of chaos, seemed to hold its breath as Marcus stood before his open wardrobe. He moved with a quiet determination, each garment he selected meticulously chosen, each fold of fabric a testament to the gravity of the task at hand.

I observed him in silence, my heart heavy with the knowledge that the moment had come. The mission against Mr. Mario and his network of shadowy collaborators was no ordinary endeavor. It was a labyrinthine puzzle with stakes higher than we could fathom, and Marcus was at the forefront, willingly stepping into the unknown.

Beside me, Alpha Galan stood like a guardian, his presence a source of strength in the face of the impending challenge. We had become a trio bound not only by circumstance but by a shared sense of purpose - a purpose that demanded secrecy, courage, and sacrifice.

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