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... nds of battle and his stomach had awoken Hyde from his nap.

The first thing that came to his mind was making a decision.

Should he find food? Or should he check out whatever makes that sound?

He was starving, so it was logical to find anything to eat instead of investigating the sound. However, Hyde thought otherwise.

In a place that seemed to have been abandoned for a decade, could he find any food that was safe to eat? Even canned goods wouldn't last that long. ...

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