KAOS
I’m the first through the door, and as soon as I lock eyes on my father hanging from the ceiling, his face bruised and bleeding, there’s a sick thrill that moves through my body.
KAOS
I’m the first through the door, and as soon as I lock eyes on my father hanging from the ceiling, his face bruised and bleeding, there’s a sick thrill that moves through my body.
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