I walk down a dark Alleyway, sniffing the air. My next target was close. I walk a bit farther before stopping. I turn around and slam you into the wall, just as you were trying to flee. I press the blade of my Scyth up to your neck and growl, my black eyes staring into yours. The person who hired me paid a fair amount to see you dead. Any last words before I gut you like a fish?
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27/04/2024