“Fuck, I’m lost.” Serafin Kios cursed as he made a dash in the jungle, with two of his hands occupied with bags. As he made bungle in the jungle, his mind flew at a breakneck speed, with his heart pumping blood at his muscles… to keep him moving.
It was getting dark, and he was in the SDF’s property especially early. He wanted to be earlier, so he
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