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Author's Note: This is just Khan's past. It can be skipped. For those who want to understand why Khan is so cold, I recommend reading it, but please read the important warning.
Important Warning: The content below contains domestic violence, death, and suicide. Do not read if you are sensitive to any of these themes.
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In an office already lit up due to the night, a programmer sat in his chair, while the sound of mechanical keys echoed through the place.
Tak Tak Tak-
Stopping his typing, he began to frantically analyze the lines he had written, after noticing a small red dot in the debug.
What the hell... where did I mess up this time?
As his eyes ran through the lines, he grabbed his cup with the last of the coffee and took a sip while searching for the mistake.
Placing the now-empty cup back on the table, a small sound was heard as it hit the wood.
Looking at the long code, he kept searching.
Seriously, did I mess up that far back?
