Hiven: Fate
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Última publicación dom, feb 19, 2017
Have you ever imagined to be friend with an assassin? Well at first I taught it was impossible. Everything is totally unexpected. All of this coincidence is totally not make any sense. Just imagine you meet an assassin who's on a mission, come to your room (hospital) trough the window just to stop you from suicide.....?
Is that even make sense...?
What kind of assassin is that...?
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