UNTOUCHED (Daryl Dixon spin off)

UNTOUCHED (Daryl Dixon spin off)

Season 2 of 2
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The Walking Dead
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Evie swore she was done with missions, men, and saving people who should damn well save themselves. Then Carol shows up with a bombshell: Daryl Dixon's been dragged all the way to France. France... Now Evie's on the road again - this time with Carol riding shotgun and a whole ocean standing in their way. But what's a little international kidnapping rescue between friends? Especially when the guy you're saving is the grumpiest, hottest redneck you've definitely never had filthy dreams about. Between new enemies, old ghosts, and more wine than she can probably steal, Evie's about to discover that crossing the world might be easier than untangling what the hell she really wants. One thing's for sure: France isn't ready for her.
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UNTOUCHED

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    Stagione 1
    110 parti
  • Stagione 2
    18 parti
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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