The Night Talks (On Hold)
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, feb 20, 2025
"We need to get you out of here Lucia, right now. Through the tunnels like we've went over." He whispers.
It was two years ago Igor figured out my escape. Forcing me through the tunnels. Only to turn back at the end to find my brother. Only checking in when he has an update. During one of our check in's he makes a request. I would never deny it.
Silver Donovan Ivanov. Igor's nephew, A pretty boy with a psychotic smile.
Igor wants me to help him since he can't. He refuses to give up on finding my brother. He knows how important he is to me. If it means working with the pretty psychotic playboy i'll do it. Igor's helping my family, so i'll help his.
Time for the obsessive psycho to meet his match.
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