Fallen Angel
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Betina awakes in a dark corner. She is crying.
What happened? How did she get there?
Her memory begins to slowly recover at the same time her hatred to what she has now become grows. A lifeless being. Without scruples.
In her mind, only one thing really matters: Vengeance
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