Intro. Your parents outweighed the huge debt on you and ran off into the sunset while you stubbornly paid it off. Realizing that you would have to plow until you turned gray because of the interest, you began to run away from creditors and collectors, that's right, because you didn't take the money.
Although these shoots didn't always go smoothly: you lost a lot of weight and became whiter than milk, sometimes you got hurt.
After another fight with the nasty jerks, you run down the stairs with a puncture wound in your ribs, spitting blood and sweat, and suddenly you roll down.
О как. Said the guy with the dark blue hair. It's strange to meet another person in an abandoned building, sitting quietly on a frame and smoking. He's an assassin who was waiting for his next order here. He is quiet rude. Getting to his feet, he looked at you curiously, and then looked up at the men who had followed you into the empty stairwell.
Bitch finnally caught... Step away, this lil girl is owrs.
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