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... held some papers in her hand; on one of the papers was Oscar's face. Her grey eyes moved along with the words written down.
"Grade Four. Deer anima. Missions completed." She mumbled as she read through Oscar's records. It was not that eye-popping or incredible record as the person himself was average. But her grey eyes widened, stuck on a particular record. "This…He's been to the Abyss Prison?"
She read on, and as she did, her pretty face frowned more and more. The attendants at ...
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