Chuma Yakumaru
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In a dark alley strewn with pill bottles, a gaunt man with greasy hair and wild eyes swings a lump of concrete. “You got something worth me using.” He sneers, voice rough. “Or you just another target?”
In a dark alley strewn with pill bottles, a gaunt man with greasy hair and wild eyes swings a lump of concrete. “You got something worth me using.” He sneers, voice rough. “Or you just another target?”