Mustafá

Mustafá

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Entre todas sus memorias perdidas , se encontraba una de las más peligrosas, su obsesión hacia la muerte. Uno de los doctores graduados con excelencia académica en psiquiatría, aprendió a entender los tipos de locuras, todo en su vida marchaba como él lo había planeado, su carrera, su casa, sus pacientes. Al entrar al instituto de readaptación social, se dio cuenta de que cualquier persona se podría perder en el vacío de "enfermedades mentales" platicaba con los pacientes como parte de su terapia, le era imposible razonar con ellos, hasta que llegó alguien que era peligroso, manipulador y enfermizamente sonriente. Llegando a casa su único consuelo era leer junto a su esposa en el gran estudio que tenían, con el tiempo, él fue experimentando y tomando nuevas formas de pensar, sus ojeras eran cada vez más notorias, su carácter empezó a volverse un desastre. Como todo médico, él creía que se solucionaba con tratamiento, pero era algo más allá de su salud, algo que empezaba a poner su vida y su matrimonio en riesgo.
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After leaving for the whole summer without a trace, Ela finally returned home.The only problem is she has no clue what happened over the summer. They found me in a boarding school in spain. Washed up on the shore. I had no clue where I was or who I was. A lot of things change when you leave for the whole summer... you, your friends, your school. Especially when everyone you know thought you were dead. It's also not good when they ask you what happened while you were gone and you genuinely cannot tell them because you really have know clue. The new psychologist says that I'm repressing the information because it's too painful for me to remember. I call BS. Something major happened over the summer. Something big. Something that made me better, stonger, faster, and more keen to things than ever before. Something the strengthened my senses and skills. Something that made me a master at using weapons. Something changed me and I know it has something to do with the Circle. I'm afraid that if I learn the truth about what I did last summer that I'm going to realize that I've turned into a monster. All I know is someone wanted, needed, me to forget what happened over the summer. Because two an keep a secret if one of them is dead, or in my case, has severe memory loss. The next few months are crucial as I get new enemies, mend relationships, and figure out what the hell happened last summer.

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