Merciful Shadow
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  • Membaca 210
  • Suara 12
  • Bagian 7
  • Durasi 52m
Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Nov 29, 2020
Dewasa
At first I thought it was evil. That's what everyone else seemed to think. I soon learned, however, that I don't have to be like society. Society is broken, suffering and oppressed. Despite what they think, im going to help them.

Delta is a cold-blooded killer. At least that's what society says. They don't want to cause harm. Suffering is torture to them and it's their job to end it.
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