Mission Impossible

Mission Impossible

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Laatst gepubliceerd vri, nov. 28, 2014

assasin cruelty dictatorship fiction historical

She is feared by many. She is seen by none. When the darkness comes, people fear for a theif. But this theif is unlike any other; This theif steals life. Iiene Halle is an assasin. Ever since age 8, she was abducted from her home and strictly trained on how to fight, trick, and most importantly, kill. She is feared by many, and sometimes she even is frightened of her own skill. But after leaving her abductors, Iiene discovers than on the inside she is exactly the same as everyone else, and her own view of herself changes. Iiene just needs to convince the rest of the world of that, and prove that everything is not as they seem to be.

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