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My Name is Death [ONGOING]
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Ongoing, First published Mar 21, 2014
Twenty-two students, some dirty secrets and a mysterious mansion. Who would've thought it was a recipe for a bloody tragedy? Wait.... I did. Know why?




Because.... My Name is Death.
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2 parts Ongoing Mature

It started with a vibration that felt like a pulsing heartbeat in her pocket. When Tamaki received that first anonymous message, she thought it was just a sick joke... isang walang kwentang prank ng mga bored upperclassmen from their university. She almost deleted it. Until the video file arrived. The footage was raw, grainy, and deafening. She watched in horrific detail as her classmate's body detonated like a human grenade... ang laman at durog na buto, tumalsik sa lens ng camera like wet paint. Vivid, red, and final. All because he ignored a single notification. That was the moment her reality shifted into a living nightmare. In the "System," every message is a sovereign command. Every ping is a heartbeat you're about to lose. There is no mercy, no warning, and absolutely no second chances. Disobedience isn't just a mistake; it's an execution. Now, Tamaki and 40 other desperate students are trapped within the Infinite Highway-isang tren na walang hinto, bumabagtas sa isang kalsadang paulit-ulit at walang dulo. The train isn't moving toward a destination; it's a mobile slaughterhouse. But the real horror isn't just the digital death sentences. It's the two men circling her in the suffocating darkness of the cabins: One who would sacrifice everything just to keep her alive. And another who would burn the world down just to claim her-no matter how much blood is spilled. In a meat-grinder of mutilated corpses and high-tech terror, Tamaki must decide: Who do you trust when everyone is a target? Can love even exist in the middle of a massacre, or is it just another way to die? Tick-tock, Tamaki. Your phone is vibrating... and your time is running out...