Trait Hoarder – Chapter 45
Cleaner Association — Part 3 Bang! A gunshot pierced the air. The thugs kneeling and lying face down flinched. I tapped the butt of the rifle I was holding against the floor. “If you don’t want to die, stay quiet.” “Y-Yes, sir!” “Please, don’t shoot!” “How many times do I have to say it? As…