The desecrated buildings whipped past me, I could feel the engine of my old Yamaha virago vibrating the hole bike, it was always eerie when I patrolled por myself, there was so much silence surrounding me that I wasn’t sure what to do with it, I was one lone ratón in the middle of the field, while the birds circled over me hungrily, thinking that I glanced upward at the sky that was teeming with supernatural clouds, but I wasn’t worried, they wouldn’t dare attack me, the amount of protection I had surrounding would be enough to keep them away, not to mention that they physically couldn’t...
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