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His shoes clicked against the floor as he approached a tall standing dark oak door. behind that door he already seen it. David was getting wasted over the captureing of his wife on the other side, sitting at the very end of the large oval shaped meeting table. His job? Murder. But what if the cold blooded no hearted killer couldnt do it?
The year is 5019. The worlds coming close to an end and war at every door step. building on fire. Mythical creatures were discovered. People say they are the reason all this fightings happened. But when the worlds deadlest cold blood killer happens to be the one chosen to end it all.. Will he do it? Or will something change his mind?...
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