The Broken Few
- LECTURES 93
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture6m
Dernière publication dim., déc. 30, 2018
Ok so this is about my oc Biohazard and what happened to him why he is even like this.
I hope you like this
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