Flower The Dead
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Kai not realizing he was still in a dream or a memory, he meets a mysterious character. After waking up he realizes that maybe that dream was a sign or a memory. Not able to grasp who the ominous figure was, he decides to take action and go on an adventure to find out who the mysterious figure was. Join Kai's adventure to unravel this Unknown figure and past!
!TAKE NOTICE!
ANY ART SHOWN IN THIS NOVEL IS DRAWN BY ME! please do not claim you drawn them TvT
Kai and any character that is mentioned in this novel is my character! So please do not claim them as yours, Please and thank you.
Warnings:
-Violence
-cursing
-faint romance
-Self-harm and ect.
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