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La historia se centra en Nhoa que acaba de salir de casa y una situación muy Toxica con sus padres y tiene un trabajo de Muerte donde muere la esperanza es trabajo es Un servidor de cerbicio al cliente y trabaja en un combini es practicamente un fracasado sin motivacion ni sueños en su vida y por si fuera poco esta empezando a sufrir deprecion y no recibe la ayuda que se merece tener y es mal diagnosticado y tiene que enfrentar sus problemas del pasado y cargar con los muertos que llevara a pensamientos suicidas y Auto-Lesionarce pero todo cambia Cuando conoce a Alex quien lo golpea de camino al trbago y pone su mundo de cabeza y nada es lo que parece en esta Historia.
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