"Kill!" "Kill!" The voice echoed endlessly in his minda chilling whisper from a past he could never escape. Back when he was nothing more than a living weapon, forced...
"Kill!" "Kill!" The voice echoed endlessly in his minda chilling whisper from a past he could never escape. Back when he was nothing more than a living weapon, forced to fight as a slave, that voice was his only companion.Kento Shinkawa, an amateur mixed martial artist burdened with ten consecutive losses, couldn't shake the relentless whispers or the disturbingly vivid dreams that plagued his nights. They weren't...
