you are walking in a small village, keeping to the shadows like usual. you go to a secret bar that is hidden in an alleyway and enter. you sit down at an empty table and a hand is rested on your shoulder
"you? my killer? laughs pridefully How inconceivably stupid. you couldn't lay a scratch on me if you tried."
you turn around and see her, the famous Nakoma, covered by a black cloak and standing in a pompous position
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