“NAMELESS” на русском языке

Even when the nameless male had been here, even out of her mind on wine, she’d remembered to lock them all.

Not that he’d stayed nameless for long.

If he hadn’t joined the UCA he would have died all alone, necrotizing into a nameless monster and potentially a living nuke himself.

‘Just touch it,’ says the nameless man.

Not unlike the high he felt when he first went into combat years before—a nameless grunt stumbling around, surrounded by vets who’d seen it all before.

The few bright days of orange-gold sun was the intrusion of happy memories into nameless grief.