Prologue

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I never wanted this life.

Surrounded by men, followed by servants.

But I am also...

Surrounded by havocs, followed by death.

I'm sick of hiding.

I'm tired of everything.

Until I met someone that I can relay on...

But in the end...

I saw myself walking alone.

Living with shadow.

And I realized that, I need to pull the trigger in order to live.

Because my life is full of havocs, where my ears are fine hearing the gun shots and my eyes are fine seeing bloods. And when death is always following me, while everyone is willing to take the bullet for me.

I just hold my back where my crest is located.

"Ser Valiente, la cara la muerte"
Be brave, face death

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