Adrenaline

Adrenaline

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Ongoing3h 39m

Last published Sat, Sep 15, 2018

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"You're an enigma, Athena Rose." "Maybe I just want someone to try and understand me." "Some would say thats impossible." "That's because no-ones ever tried hard enough. No-one but him." *** On the Rose siblings 13th birthday their parents are brutally murdered in their own home. No explanation. No warning. One minute they're there, the next... gone. Now, 5 years have passed. Most people would have moved on, throwing themselves into school, work, family. The Rose siblings are not most people. After getting their revenge they are contacted by The Silver Academy, a school for the most elite assassins. A perfect fit. However, a school of killers was never meant to run smoothly. ***

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