We are the children raised with greed, aversion and wrath. Lived with the need to kill in order to survive. Bullets and guns are the only friends we know. We were trained to be the weapons.
The PERFECT WEAPONS.
"We are breathing will you're sleeping"
For years we had been the World's Executioner. We are payed to bring both judgement and vengeance. To end fraud, corruption and crimes but also a material for revenge and retaliation. Working behind the curtains, we prowl through the shadows. We've became the Taboo of mankind.
"We are your madness that lurked under your beds. We are the ghost of your crime which kept hidden in your closet. We are the secrets that you keep. The nightmares you've created. The last thing you'll remember before your death"
We break the rules and law of the world, trespass human rights, and Infringe the Law of God. through assassination: we kill sinners and not, which kept us breathing, just breathing never living.
Having this kind of life is tormenting. Being The Legend in this kind of world, a world full of Lethal Maniacs is nothing I can be proud of.
I am alive but still dead. Just a physique no soul. My name is Skullah Feigan Ancheta.
The REAPER. A Perfect Weapon. and this is my grim story.
Still unable to accept Amber Lamperogue's death, Duchess, Katana, and the rest of Black Organization find ways to investigate what really happened before. But when they're faced with numerous roadblocks and confusing clues, can they really uncover the truth?
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Despite witnessing the death of Amber Lamperogue with her own eyes, Duchess Lionheart still believes that Amber is alive. With the sudden disappearance of Les Solitaires where Amber serves as one of the Jokers, Duchess and Katana are more determined to uncover the truth. The problem? All the information they get leads them to a dead end. When the rest of Black Organization start to team up and dig for more clues, can the mystery regarding Amber's death be revealed once and for all?
Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish.
Cover Design by Louise De Ramos