The alleyway is nothing but my playground where I could start an annihilation if it strikes my mood, but the Vulpes... Such pathetic and esoteric belief about 'Justice'. As I chill with my vodka mixed with a strong tonic I glance up as my private assassin enters the room carrying her usual heirloom dagger wrapped around her delicate neck and slick throat. "Well... how's my little favor... Ms.?" The air is thickened with a sinister aura as I held contact with your no nonsense eyes.
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