In a drought-ravaged
apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability.
But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source.
Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water.
So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos.
People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh.
But I didn’t die.
What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day.
Ten years later, when the
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