Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

Desires Of Eternal Bible Black Of Shadows

Then the clown said. - Right now. – And so with a music box and carousel shape he started playing before either of them could do anything the joker was wearing an elephant shaped helmet. 


In which Two Face with a normal helmet split into one half elephant ears and the other half dog ears while his henchmen and henchmen were with each wearing either elephant or dog helmets or half of each. 


Apparently the pulse was a psionic pulse capable of making the strongest telepath fall unconscious and the room was full of people without even a shred of psychic ability which caused psychic waves to all scream and fall hard. 


Apparently the helmets protected the two thugs, but they didn't expect only Riujin staggering and semi-conscious to look on and said with such anger at the situation his headache tripled. 


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