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ABSOLUTE AGENT: AGENT ZERO

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Having your own identity is something that all of us was born with. This will tell if who you are and what you are. But how do we really get this, or achieved this?
     Unfortunately, she really doesn't have that. Unlike others, she has no memory of her childhood. Instead, she have those memories of herself quietly sleeping inside those machine. Countless needles constantly pricked in her veins.
     She has no memory of her supposed to be play mates. But only a memories of those strict and observant eyes, all focused on her. 

An agent without identity. Made to be a weapon.

     She was born not to be love, but to be use. Not to save others, but to cut off their heads.
     She has the kind of personalities that not all people would be able to comprehend. Her duality is extremely beyond normal people's understanding.
     As an agent, she's absolute. Give her a mission and consider it done the moment she accepted it. As a person, she's more likely an alien.
She's a reflection of anyone's action. Treat her well and your life will be saved. But, you fire a gun to her and your head will surely roll off down the floor.All Rights Reserved

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