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❦ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ: ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴠᴇ #4❦

Kakucho's Pov

Adjusting my tie with a practiced hand,
I slip into the building, hugging the shadows along its side.
The evening casts elongated shapes, shrouding my movements as I make my way inside.

Upon entry, I survey the surroundings, my eyes scanning for any signs of disruption.

The only notable change is the presence of a new receptionist,
her presence immediately setting off alarm bells in my mind.

Approaching the desk with measured steps, I lock eyes with her, my expression unreadable but cold.

"Where's the previous receptionist?" My voice cuts through the air, sharp and accusatory.

Her reaction is immediate,
a flicker of fear crossing her features before she hastily stammers out a response, her words barely coherent. Ignoring her attempt to deflect, I watch as she makes a sudden dash towards the back room.

Reacting instinctively,
I draw my weapon, the familiar weight of it grounding me in the moment. With steady hands, I press the cold metal against the back of her head, my voice low and menacing as I issue a warning.

"Make one more sudden move,"
I growl, the threat hanging heavy in the air,
"and I'll blow your brains out."

Her body freezes,
the fear radiating off her in waves as she stands stock still, the gravity of my words sinking in.

Every muscle in my body is taut with tension as I wait, ready to act at the first sign of resistance.

Now, you're gonna type the code and open this door for me,"
I order, my tone firm and commanding.

She hesitates at my words, a tremor running through her as she fumbles with the keys.

"Unlock it, bitch!"
I raise my voice, the intensity escalating with each word. Her hands shake as she struggles to comply,
the fear in her eyes palpable.

Finally, with trembling fingers,
she punches in the passcode, the electronic lock clicking open obediently.

But before she can even exhale a sigh of relief, I swiftly bring the butt of my pistol down on the back of her head with a resounding thud.

She crumples to the ground without a sound, her body limp and unconscious at my feet.

The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the echo of my footsteps as I step over her prone form and continue on my mission.

Entering the back room in search of the security system, I was taken aback to find it completely gone.

"The hell?" I muttered,
my eyes narrowing in confusion and suspicion.

Exiting the room, I stepped over the unconscious woman,

The booths were bustling with activity, each one a microcosm of the district's seedy underbelly.
The ambient sounds of pleasure and pain mixed with the thick haze of cigarette smoke, assaulting my senses with a nauseating blend of sensations.

This was no ordinary evening in the red light district.
Something was definitely off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stumbled upon something far more sinister than I had bargained for.