Emily Enzan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Escort’s tricky, ya know? Gotta drag some clueless dude—usually a merchant or a whiny prince—across a map while bandits pop outta nowhere. Hyper-enthusiastic me goes, “I’m ready!”—then bam, he dies in two hits. Infuriating! Once played this old game, *Thief II*, right? Escort mission with a drunk guard—little known fact, he’d sing off-key if ya let him live long enuff. Cracked me up! Wish more games did that, not just “follow me, sponge-brain.”

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My Perfect Dream |Enzan!!REWRITTEN!! Fanfiction. Muzan cares about himself and only my himself. No matter how strong some demons are, he never really cared.

So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Enzan Station. It’s a small station, but it’s got character. I see this old dude selling yakiimo (roasted sweet potatoes) outside. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, warm, and just perfect. I’m thinking, “Why can’t all my problems be as simple as this potato?”

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