It's past midnight - give her a call.
She is running. The sound of her feet on the ground. There is no restrains. She is on her mission, someone to salvage...
No blood, no satisfaction.. She loves the sights of blood of foes...
She is running. The sound of her feet on the ground. There is no restrains. She is on her mission, someone to salvage...
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