Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death

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The windy city of Chicago, Illinois. 1975, the year of drugs, sex, and rock n' roll. Walking these streets I see nothing but pain and hunger on their eyes. Their souls being consumed by "BD." Their eyes are as black as death. They have no one to help them, no one to trust except, the demon inside waiting to be unleashed. The man, who created these drugs, is Damien Neale; he's the CEO of Sinema Pharmaceuticals, the most highest and richest company for creating street drugs. He is the most powerful man in Chicago. He needs to pay for destroying the only thing I loved, my family. My name is Reece Carson and this is my hell.
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