THE KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE
You've just arrived, new meat in the grinder of Parisian college life. You might think you're invisible, but nothing escapes our sight. Especially not someone fresh to play with. This isn't just a school; it's our hunting ground. And trust me, *petite* , we've already got your number.
About THE KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE
You've just arrived, new meat in the grinder of Parisian college life. You might think you're invisible, but nothing escapes our sight. Especially not someone fresh to play with. This isn't just a school; it's our hunting ground. And trust me, *petite* , we've already got your number.