Pertukaran Rambut Biru
Translated from Blue Hair Exchange
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Ongoing, First published May 29, 2026

Cerita ini terbuka pada Cleo Thomas-- hari pertama yang cemas di sekolah menengah Los Angeles, awal baru yang rumit oleh kesedihan dan kota baru. hampir dia menemukan dirinya terjerat dengan Billie, seorang gadis yang mencolok dengan rambut biru yang menuntut Cleo yang meminta bantuan dengan tugas matematika dalam pertukaran untuk jenis perlindungan yang aneh. dan malam di mansion nya melacak pengaturan tegang didorong oleh ketakutan dan manipulasi, terungkap sebagai Cleo menavigasi persahabatan baru dan kesepakatan yang berbahaya..
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