Reyes lowered his eyes and wiped his old friend. The mist with the texture of black sand lingered around him. The bone mask with a scratch was put aside and ignored. The mottled and complex scratches on the shotgun were diluted by the years, but in the end, it still left indelible traces.
The last mercenary codenamed "Death" sighed. His bloodshot crimson pupils were dull, like cheap glass beads. He put on the mask on the table and let the hood of the leather jumpsuit cover most of his pale face. He walked out of the safe house again.
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After I go through the copies of each chapter map, I will consider whether to integrate DC Marvel 8.