The Dark Hunter
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  • Reads 38
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 3h 11m
Complete, First published Dec 31, 2016
Mature
After many years of fighting, David Rodriguez becomes bored of it. So he have settle down in San Diego, California hoping for a fresh new start, but the chaos and madness still haunts him from the past. 

But before he starts to lose it, he soon realized that the man responsible for his family's death is currently living in San Diego. David wasn't able to find him until now. So he decided to come out of retirement for one more adventure of chaos and madness to end the nightmare he had over the years. The Dark Hunter awaits his last prey.

No Sexual Content, just mentions. There's Violence and Language.
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