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AFTER CHANGING INTO A MORE REVEALING RED DRESS, y/n tiredly walked down the sidewalk with an unexcited expression.
The streets were empty, but you could hear the sound of booming music and arguing from gang members in the distant. The night was a dark one, the only light source coming from dimmed street lamps.
Y/n hated doing low-ranked killing, where all she had to do was go into a certain part of town and end some thugs lives.
She enjoyed doing top secret jobs, where she could go to underground events, lure a guy in, and kill the pervert on the spot. Or when she could tease some rich man into giving her a few thousands bucks, an put him out of his misery.
But no. She was stuck murdering some random gang members who annoyed Adam. That quirkless bastard...He hides under this Yakuza title, but really, I'm the one protecting him and doing all the jobs...What a coward...
As y/n scratched above her ear, she suddenly smelled a foul aroma come from a nearby alley, causing her to throw her hand over her nose. "Jesus Christ...What the hell is that?" She whispered through her palm, holding her stomach.
It reeked of burning flesh and smoke, making her head pound with unease. She slowly walked down the long pavement towards the revolting smell. Once she arrived to the stench, she turned the corner, to see a sight she hadn't expecting.
