The voice…the voice? Yes, it is a raspy voice. The voice continues to demand me to wake up, wake up. The temperature has become unbearable. It is unbearable. The voice is demanding me to wake up, wake up. I do not think the voice will like me if I wake up, wake up. I do not like my sleep to be interrupted. The soft tinkling voice says “…wake up soon, I cannot hold on much longer. I will have to let go…”
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Havoc
ActionThe Den is in mourning and itching for revenge. The word on street is Peter has a new friend and they are plotting. It looks like Chaos might be down for the count. But that doesn't mean their isn't havoc to create. It's been four months since the...
