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SNOW MEMORY
They buried Shin in a scrapyard and called it mercy. Then the blade remembered his blood.
Hitman : White Roses, Marigold Blo...
One target falls from afar. One dies close enough to see the face of consequence.
THE COLOR OF BONES
He did not carry poison. He carried visions.