¿Quien es el de traje?
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Se trata de un hombre retirado de la CIA del año de 1994 que fue a una misión encubierta en oregon, estados unidos, para atrapar a un asesino en serie. pero al ir a la misión vio que sus compañeros murieron en el transcurso de la noche, habían descubierto algo que no era animal ni humano, al creer que estaba loco, decidio salirse de la CIA por un tiempo, pero no sabia que la presencia lo seguiría, dejándole pistas el supuesto asesino.
Abrió su propia investigación para buscar el asesino y volver a Oregon, donde había iniciado todo.
Pero...
¿Quién es el?
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