Reflexo Distorcido - Degustação

Reflexo Distorcido - Degustação

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Uma doença coloca a família Alcântara Machado nas capas de todos os jornais da cidade de São Paulo. Após seu retorno depois de sete anos longe, Allan Alcântara Machado volta a pisar na mansão da família, deparando-se com seu irmão gêmeo, motivo de seu afastamento. Na manhã seguinte de seu retorno, a morte de Walter Alcântara Machado, pai dos gêmeos, aciona a policia para o que vem a se tornar a maior caçada pelo assassino. Muitos são os suspeitos e a aparência, pode ser uma armadilha mortal.
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Unfinished & abandoned. Mira doesn't really mean to be a bad person, it just sort of... happens. She was locked up most of her life in a place called Asylum. There, they trained children to become assassins, with the goal of being strong enough to overcome the Zoldycks in a fight. All of them. At once. Mira just finishes some... business... when she is found by Hisoka. Well, she finds him. He brings her to the Hunter Exam, not knowing how strong she really is... During the Exam, Mira meets Gon and Killua. Will they become friends? Will they stay friends? Will Mira become a Hunter? ...or will she fall prey to the evil that she was brought up to cultivate? -- "No! Please! Don't do this!" My mother screams at me, her hands soaked in my father's blood. He is lying on the kitchen floor. In his chest is a gaping hole, where I had ripped out his heart just minutes before. I could have done it cleanly, without a speck of blood, but it didn't seem fitting. After what my parents had done to me, their deaths deserved to be bloody. "And why shouldn't I?" I ask my mother, well aware of the sadistic grin that was spreading across my face. I've missed this feeling. Strong and in control. "You knew that this would happen the minute you sent me to that godforsaken place." "I'm your mother. You wouldn't exist if not for me!" She shouts, heartbeat pulsing rapidly. "How could you do this to us? You monster!" I can feel my grin falter, but I clench my teeth and hold back the unwanted emotions. "Yes. A monster. Just as I was all those years ago, before you decided to abandon me. You left me to them, mother." "You didn't deserve a place in our home!" "You're right, mother," I reply quietly. "I deserved to be tortured, instead. I deserved to be alone. Whatever helps you sleep at night." And though I no longer take pleasure in my actions, I tightly grip the dagger that was a second ago secured to my waistline, and slit her throat.

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