I am Death
- LECTURAS 128
- Votos 2
- Partes 4
Here today at Death's Domain. A girl happily eats her favorite snack that is for some reason was brought along with her.
[The Time to Reap is Approaching]
The girl suddenly stopped what she was doing.
A girl wearing a black robe with a black bag.(pistol)Rasela in hand
The girl was suddenly sorrounded by dark aura, all kinds of negative emotions can be felt from it.
Despair, baleful, resentment,hatred or rarely happiness.
... The last one is probably a masochist ignore that.
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