The Light Lord
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A boy who loses his sister must set out to find her once again! But when he gets knocked out for two months the government takes him into custody and puts him in school. He tries to escape but he is bound to the place by some security guards. With the help of his friends he makes his way out but some are aggressive and some are weird. But few are normal. With a pack he must travel along with an enemy he made at school. He shall face many dangers but how will he overcome them?
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