99 Reasons And A Ghost
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Última publicación mar, oct 1, 2019
"Emma."
A voice crept up ever so slowly hear the corners of the blackened room.
"It's time. Time to cleanse your soul."
"Don't mess this up."
The voice continued in a tone so menacing.
The darkness somehow glowed a yellow eye, as the teen looked behind her, the eye of Chumon glowing.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten and eleven. 9 encounters, 9 problems each."
Emma didn't know what was going on, she held her bone like hands to her chest, as she saw the pool of blood emanating between her legs.
What's going on?
"99 problems."
"And a ghost."
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