"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨."-In the dark and twisted world of fame and nepotism, a chilling tale unfolds. Kyoko, a former psychopath and killer, has been reincarnated as an ordinary child named (y/n) Arima. Devoid of extraordinary talent...
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Kyoko stood in the shadows of the abandoned alley, her gaze fixed on the man before her. He was a client, one of many who had sought her out for her particular set of skills - skills that had earned her a reputation as a cold, calculating killer. But as he laid out the details of her latest job, her thoughts drifted, her mind consumed with doubt.
"I want you to take out an idol," the man said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She's become too big for her britches, thinks she's invincible, a client ask for a our services to eliminate her. Interested?"
Kyoko listened in silence, her eyes darting to others as if searching for a way out. This was not the first time she had been asked to kill, but something about this job felt different. It was as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes, revealing the true nature of her actions.
"No," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't do it."
The man stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean you won't do it? You're a killer, that's what you do!"
Kyoko turned back to the man, her expression one of bored indifference. "I'm retired," she said flatly. "I don't do that anymore."
The man scoffed. "Retired? You're too young to retire. You're throwing away a fortune, Kyoko."
But Kyoko was already walking away, her steps measured and deliberate. She had made her decision, and she knew that it was the right one. Killing for money had brought her nothing but empty satisfaction, a fleeting rush of adrenaline that left her feeling more hollow than ever before.
As she made her way through the darkened streets, Kyoko's thoughts turned inward.
She knew that she could never go back to her old life, but what would she do now? For so long, killing had been the only thing that gave her purpose, that made her feel alive. Now, she was adrift, lost in a world that held no meaning for her.
But even as she grappled with these thoughts, Kyoko knew that there was no turning back. She had taken the first step towards a new life, one that would be defined not by violence and death, but by something more profound. Something that would give her a reason to live.
