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THE UNKNOWN SLAYER
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KhuLitz5
Ongoing, First published Jun 15, 2017
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At the age of 12 I've became the most feared person.

    They didn't know if I'm a gangster, an assassin or a part of a mafia, a boy or a girl.

    Every time they saw me, I'm always wearing my signature clothe, which is a black hooded jacket where there's a letter "A" with black wings at both side engraved at the back side of it.

  Consequences were given to  those who has seen my face.

    You want to know what it is?

    I've buried them ten feet below the ground, alive.

    Every cruel people in the world knows and feared me. The gangsters, assasins, and even the different groups of mafias all over the world.

    I've always loved the feeling every time I saw the fear they have in their eyes if I'm around.

    They don't know where I came from, my parents, my exact age, and even my name...

    Unknown, that's what I am.

     A kind of person that is only bound to kill.
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