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Three Person

Three Person

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Friendship itself or the word friendship perhaps ineffable. But do friendships really last? Will it lead to death? Here is the story of three friends who are eager to bestow their souls for each other. The vicious cycle of their willingness to save each other. Person 3's enthusiasm to run the viaduct with a bleeding foot for more than a hour without hesitation just to unlock those chains wraps around Person 2's body as it drowns the large aquarium. Person 2's hope for Person 3 to come and save her thus she can save Person 1 who is hanging from a chandelier with a rope of death. The determination of Person 2 to run into the mansion of hell with her frail and bleeding body to save Person 1 from destroying herself. Person 1, who is willing to give up everything even herself for the sake of her friends. Willing to give up his life to save Person 3 who is destined to die and save Person 2. They are all destined to die, but each will try to save the other. Who among them will live? And which of them will remain alive? Who will fall victim to the trick of time?
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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