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•CadavereNonIdentificato•

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Tutto inizia al Deep Water Terminal di Richmond, quando, in un contrainer di un cargo proveniente da Anversa, viene rivenuto un cadavere maschile in avanzato stato di decomposizione. L'autopsia eseguita da Kay Smith, non riesce a stabilire con precisione la causa della morte dell'uomo e la polizia non è in grado di identificarlo dai pochi effetti personali ritrovati. Kay Smith, più vulnerabile per le sue ultime tristi vicende private, questa rischia davvero di non farcela: non solo deve risolvere un caso particolarmente inquietante, ma anche guardarsi da alcuni intriganti esponenti della polizia della Virginia che vogliono la sua rovina.
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In a little Italian town lives Valentina, a young girl that lives a normal life with her family. Her life is turned upside down the day her school is attacked by a group of unknown individuals with supernatural abilities. She winds up dragged in a story and scheme much larger than her that will decide of the fate of humanity. The blaring of the facility's sirens covered the sound of the guard's body falling on the white floor. His limbs were unresponsive, lying in a pool of blood that soaked his hefty military gear. He wished he didn't have it on him when hell broke loose. He might have been able to run faster and escape, but it was too late. It had all happened in a matter of seconds. Before he could react, his colleagues had already turned on each other, killing mercilessly. He hoped to close his eyes and wake up by his wife's side as she prepared dinner for their two daughters. There, he would be at peace. He wouldn't have to experience his comrades' pain and the same sorry fate that awaited him. His heart raced as the unnatural sound of fracturing bones echoed through the narrow corridors he once thought he was safe in. It would soon be his turn. The door he had desperately tried to reach during his escape opened. A boy who appeared to be in his early teens walked through. He had soft facial features and short black hair that looked like it had been cut in a rush. It was not so much because of the boy's blood-drenched clothes that he looked like the one responsible for the gruesome incident, but rather because of that sinister look in his hazel eyes.

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