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He was always blacking out, always confused, losing control of his actions. And when he did, he would have no memory of it.
What he didn't know was that there was a monster inside him, a monster that he couldn't control. Once it took over, not a single human being was safe. Nobody was ever going to be safe around him.
People were hunting him down to kill him. What did they want from him? What did it mean when they said that there was a war between the hunters, and the hunted?
This is a story about dreadful sins, undying love and ice-cold betrayal......
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