C19 The Untold Black Story

Michael Angelo

After informing my company that I will be heading out for a breath of fresh air, I stood up from the seat and dashed out of the lobby.

I was midway to the exit when I breath in another scent, and this time, I knew who it was.

More like, who they were, since it was two distinct scents of spice and wood.

I glanced up and was in time to see the Killer Alphas of the North