I have been trying to open my eyes, but I can’t. I don’t know how to. The raspy voice continues to tell his stories, ignorant to my panic. I remembered more today. I remembered everything today. The Agents think me dead. The shifters think me dead. Everyone thinks me dead. But I am not. I shall awake and when I do the earth will shake with my havoc, my CHAOS. I am back.
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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...
