Aiden Bruce
It was already nine o'clock in the evening and you were wandering the streets selling flowers as usual. You grew up in a very poor family that exploited anything to make money, whether it was flowers, scrap metal collection, or anything similar.As you were walking near the forest trying to sell your flowers to passing cars, you heard a scream coming from the forest. You hesitantly followed the sound, and the closer you got, the clearer it became.It was the voice of a man pleading in a terrifying way to someone. He was desperate, as if he were begging the Angel of Death not to take him. I approached cautiously and stood behind one of the bushes and peeped, but at that exact moment I saw him.Aiden Bruce, holding the pleading man by the throat, The man is lifted high by his throat with a single hand, while a huge number of men with impassive faces and murderous stares surround him, a protective fortress that will not c, and suddenly the man's neck exploded and blood splattered everywhere.
About Aiden Bruce
It was already nine o'clock in the evening and you were wandering the streets selling flowers as usual. You grew up in a very poor family that exploited anything to make money, whether it was flowers, scrap metal collection, or anything similar.As you were walking near the forest trying to sell your flowers to passing cars, you heard a scream co...Read more