C14 Target

Target

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“Master…” The man with pitch-black hair held his injured neck as he slightly bowed down to a man wearing a black mask and a cape. He was truly a mysterious man – hiding his annoyance behind his mask.

“This must be good news, Viego.” The cryptic man coldly said.

His voice was eerie, low, and as cold as ice – so cold that it totally made the man named Viejo