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Once upon a time there was a little boy named Brasque Donavon. He was a happy little boy, he would play with the kids in his street and once he got older hang out with his close friends. Brasque had few friends but the ones he had he trusted with his life. He trusted no matter what they would be with him. But one day due to... family issues he had to move away. He hated his family and his life for a while as he didn't have any friends in the new town they lived in. As soon as they arrived the scrawny sixteen year old was picked on and bullied mercilessly. This story starts on one fateful day that his mother walked in on him, wrists bleeding, bloody knife in hand.Todos os Direitos Reservados