Page 40

Page 40

CN: Guns, blood.

The not-dead-yet policeman looks quite different without his helmet or his smug expression of being assured of his own superiority. He can’t believe that his enemy has a counter measure ready. But Liatris is calmly delivering yet another monologue, so what are you supposed to think, really?


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