The Young Masked King: Jester King
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Never would have thought that just by visiting the capital city can lead you to tragedies and mishaps.
Sedna Borealis, a girl that has eyes like a hollow well witnessed her brother's and parents deaths, deaths that were made by a mysterious silhouette, bringing a band of thunderous clouds joined with crackling, dripping, and screeching sound; dragging her into another hell-like fate, filling her into the shoes of Justice herself, Lady Ganymede Callisto. Now, as Lady Callisto, would she serve justice for her own family's tragedy or would she stray with the new found freedom she had yearned for. Will she halt and wake up when the road she had taken are full of people called lies and ignorance, wearing masks that reads: 'The Truth".
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