profile:

Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour.",Elena pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.,The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。

• latest chapter： Chapter 2: Beast's Home