Soryu oh sister
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I'm the death angel well what people call me I was separated from my brother for over the past 17 years we were 6 when we had to go to training camps for 15 years,
My real name is Sarah oh
Age:28
Crush:never had any
Personality: cold ,smirks a lot, best hacker in the state, multiple gun safes in house, dirty rich
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