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SURVIVAL CAMP - H.S.

Reads 75
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Parts 3
Time 16m

Reads 75
Votes 8
Parts 3
Time 16m

Mature

Dwie kompletnie inne sobie osoby - jeden cel. 

Brooklyn i Harry w ogóle się nie znali. Mieszkali na różnych kontynentach, ale to i tak nie powstrzymało ich, aby odnaleźć się w tym samym miejscu, w jednym celu. Mieli inne życie, inne znajomości i każdy z nich inne hobby. Brooke była płatną agentką, a Harry... Zabijał na zlecenie. Obie te osoby połączyła czysta nienawiść, co zauważa ktoś z ich otoczenia. Nagle dostają prywatną wiadomość, która ma bardzo ciekawą treść... Mają zlecenie, aby zabić siebie samych. Czy uda im się podołać temu zadaniu? A może któreś z nich się podda? 

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