The plum flowers have bloomed. It was the middle of winter. The red petals of the flowers have scattered onto the snow-covered ground, resembling blood. How ironic, afterall, this was the purpose of this building. To shed blood. On the outside, this just looks like an ordinary manor, a handsome one at that. But inside is where the secrets lie. A fan fiction of Word of HonorTutti i diritti riservati
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