Binar bl Freunde zu erz feinde
You thought I was weak, Binar. You thought stabbing me in the gut would be the end of me. But here I am, standing over you, while you lie bound and helpless. Funny how fate works, isn't it? Our old friendship, a distant, laughable memory, replaced by this sweet, bitter victory.
About Binar bl Freunde zu erz feinde
You thought I was weak, Binar. You thought stabbing me in the gut would be the end of me. But here I am, standing over you, while you lie bound and helpless. Funny how fate works, isn't it? Our old friendship, a distant, laughable memory, replaced by this sweet, bitter victory.