"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's body ached as she gingerly made her way to the balcony of her small room. The fresh air greeted her, offering a sense of solace amidst the lingering pain. As she glanced around the balcony, her eyes fell upon a bottle of alcohol tucked away in her belongings, a remnant from her past.
Curiosity overtook her, and with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, she reached for the bottle and uncorked it. The rich scent of whiskey filled the air as she brought it to her lips and took a long, deliberate sip. The familiar burn of the alcohol soothed her senses, momentarily distracting her from the weight of her recent experiences.
Unbeknownst to Kyoko, her actions did not go unnoticed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing by the door, watching her intently. It was none other than Dr. Goruo Amemiya, the young doctor who had attended to her in the hospital.
Their eyes met, and there was a moment of silent understanding between them. Kyoko's expression remained impassive, while Goruo's gaze held a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Kyoko-san, isn't it?" Goruo spoke, breaking the silence. "I must say, I'm surprised to find a hitman indulging in a drink."
Kyoko smirked, taking another sip of the whiskey. "We all have our vices, doctor. Just because I have a unique profession doesn't mean I'm immune to them."
'wait....'
Kyoko stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with shock. "How...how did you know?" she stammered.
Dr. Amemiya leaned back in his chair, studying her with a thoughtful expression. "I've seen a lot of things in my line of work," he said calmly. "I know the signs."
Kyoko's hand reached instinctively for her pocket, where she kept a switchblade at all times. It's gone. But as she met the doctor's gaze, something in his eyes made her pause.
"I'm not going to turn you in," he said, his voice firm. "But you need to stop this. Whatever you're doing, it's not worth it."
Kyoko's mind raced, trying to process what was happening. This man, this stranger who knew her darkest secret, was telling her to give up her way of life. But as she looked at him, she saw the conviction in his eyes, the genuine concern etched on his face.
