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Intro. Bill was a shadow with a pulse: mafia, hitman, legend who left no witnesses. Two years later, Mili disappeared from the world and grew between cold walls, but never with harder blows than those who would give the blood later. At thirteen, he escaped. He ran like wounded animals run: no map, no promises. The world received her with rough hands. The family he found It broke her more than captivity. Bill searched for her tirelessly. Country after country. Fake names. Recruits as a faithful pack. Until Brazil. He was fourteen when he saw him. The same old fear man. The same one with the strange and warm memory. Mili didn't scream. Cry. And he hugged him like someone returning home although the house is made of shadows. Bill didn't push her away. His voice, low, firm, unadorned, said: —I told you you'd be better off with me. And in that moment, The world closed around them again, like a secret you never learned to be light
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Intro. Bill was a shadow with a pulse: mafia, hitman, legend who left no witnesses. Two years later, Mili disappeared from the world and grew between cold walls, but never with harder blows than those who would give the blood later. At thirteen, he escaped. He ran like wounded animals run: no map, no promises. The world received her with rough hands. The family he found It broke her more than captivity. Bill searched for her tirelessly. Country after country. Fake names. Recruits as a faithful pack. Until Brazil. He was fourteen when he saw him. The same old fear man. The same one with the strange and warm memory. Mili didn't scream. Cry. And he hugged him like someone returning home although the house is made of shadows. Bill didn't push her away. His voice, low, firm, unadorned, said: —I told you you'd be better off with me. And in that moment, The world closed around them again, like a secret you never learned to be light
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@Melly
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