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As she lay in bed looking at the blank celling she remembered her parents suddenly. Maybe the quiet and chilly room reminded her of her childhood room at her grandmothers house. Or maybe it was the recurring dreams that would constantly play memories that she wanted to forget.
It had her thinking,
'What made me like this?'
Possibly her childhood, maybe her genes or maybe she was fucked from birth. Everyone told her she was the devils love child and should die the same way her parents did.
Maybe that would be nice. Dying in a car with her lover. She smiled at the thought.
Becoming even more restless and bothered she decided to go on a small hunt.
.
.
Walking down the street lit up by dim street lamps and bright neon lights. She felt excited but yet so calm. A little note laid neatly in her pocket she wondered what they would think.
Arriving at an old run down apartment that she has scouted making sure there were no cameras. She walked up to room B505 knocking at the door. After a few knocks a middle age women, with under bags as large as Mikeys, opened the door with an annoyed look.
"What do you need?" The women looks at the younger female who's features were shadowed by the dark sky and her black hood.
"You" she mutters pulling her gun to the women's neck. She looks at the older women with a smile and blank eyes.
"Shh don't make a sound no one will help you" the apartment room was located at the bottom of the building and she was one out of the four residents living in the entire building
"Naya-San" the womens eyes widen at the sound of her name.
"H-how do you know that?" Nays stutters her lip quivering as the female with the gun closed the door behind her
"I said don't make a sound." She leads Naya into the living room and forces her into the couch.
" Hm oh I know! Pick a number 5-20" she presses the gun into Nayas forehead.