Ner Lumeta Bioso
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Última publicación dom, may 11, 2014
Ner Lumeta Bioso, or Lumeta, has been hunted with sudden murders behind her. She doesnt remember who her parents or relatives are.
All she can think of is the murder.
Who is He?
Why is He killing everyone around her?
One more thing, whats with the name?
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Find out!
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