You are a infamous skilled spy who's sent to go after the most dangerous man who roams the streets, the "Reaper". With your sagacity and experience you knew you could take him down, but what happens when this Reaper takes an interest in you?
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Cunning, that was one way to describe you. As a spy, you always had to hide your identities in every mission. You looked at your new faux identification description with curiosity. Who were you going to mask yourself as this time? Sighing, you picked up your eyeliner and applied it to your face, turning your gaze to the file.
"Y/N Eris" that was your new temporary name. You laughed softly as you set down your eyeliner. If you remembered correctly, Eris is the goddess of strife and discord. Shrugging that off you set your eyeliner down, standing up you opened your curtains. The crystalline nectar of the sun licked your skin, the warmth wrapping itself around you as the golden hue shined in your eyes. You stretched, fixing your crimson dress and wrapping a black cardigan around yourself. You also slipped on your heels which matched the outfit and to top it all off, a beret. This was quite different to what you'd usually wear but you weren't "Y/N L/N" you're "Y/N Eris". The cunning, charming seamstress, yup you got seamstress as a cover job work with it.
"This'll do, now time to depart. His murder cases mostly had happened around those areas, I must not miss this opportunity." You sighed, brushing your skirt for one last time before leaving your humble home. Walking down the street walk, you gestured for a taxi. The vehicle had pulled up and you gracefully sat inside, the cold air conditioner hitting your skin which sent slight shivers. Finally propping yourself on the seats, you closed the door and smile charmingly at the driver.
"Where to miss?" He calmly set, adjusting the mirror. You chuckled and leaned into the seat, fixing your heels and then finally looking into the mirror, your eyes reflected within.
"Chisae's Sweet Threads Boutique." You answered, composure in check and your posture fixed. He nodded and started the car. Finally you were on the road, turning corners here and there. This mission was going to be a bumpy one, bumpier than the damn road you were on. Then finally that nuisance came to an end as the car stopped Infront of the building. Smiling, you sprayed some perfume on the inside of your wrist and rubbed it on the pulse point behind your ear. You thanked and driver and payed before stepping out of the car.
The city ambience and air hit you like lightning. Groaning in annoyance you stepped into the building, in there was pure silence. You looked Infront to see a receptionist who wasn't paying attention at all, you smirked and walked forward. You rang the bell on the desk causing her to stumble. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.
"Welcome, I'm Yuri how may I be of service to you?" She forcefully said with an obvious fake smile, geez her acting sucked. You chuckled awkwardly before fixing yourself.
"May I ask which floor Chisae's Sweet Threads Boutique is?" You quarried tenting your hands and leaning onto the desk with your head slightly tilted. She cleared her throat and looked through the computer.
