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Murder, Mystery and Therapy [DISCONTINUED AND UNDER REWRITING]
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DISCLAIMER: I DO *NOT* OWN PROJECT EDEN'S GARDEN NEITHER DO I OWN THE CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN LYDIA NIGHTFALL AND KIARO CARTER. COVER ART IS A WIP.
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"Humans are survivalists. Their main motivation is to survive and thrive in this world, no matter what. I'm stuck in a place where the mastermind uses this trait within us to turn us against each other, to murder each other for their sadistic entertainment and games. And I must survive now... How ironic."
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The Ultimate Psychologist, Lydia Nightfall is offered to attend a state of the art ultimate academy. But things aren't so clear when she finds herself stuck with her supposed classmates, in a killing game. Let's follow her journey, since she is more complex than she seems to be...
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