Abyssapos;s Return

>When you think too much, you feel nauseated and troubled.,By this time, they had reached the front gate of the three-story manor. The woman in the suit reached out and twisted the doorknob, which had turned a greenish color. With a screech, the door swung open with ease.,Those who had compared information before and communicated started standing together. Even the hot-tempered man had a couple and a man with dyed hair beside him, but the one who had always been in control was alone on her side.。