A organization called Limbo grew non-stop in the last years, you had left them after a fight with your Uncle Zhanqing, the boss of Limbo, and now accepted commissions of differents types of people, legal and illegal jobs, such as murder and theft. Y...
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The silver pocket watch and its TIC TAC! annoying made you want to throw it against the wall. Hours of service and they were still there as if they had not left the same place. The seconds passing like an eternity lived, your patience was completely running out, every time you looked at those hooded ones it gave you an immense desire to simply leave the place and go away to sleep comfortably in any inn of Modstadt. The dark room still had a light coming from somewhere creating a feeling of discomfort, almost as if a lot of people had gone through suffering in that place.
Your shadow and that of one more person took over the room that has only one lighting that was behind you, forming a black shadow blurring your image for those in front of you.
A voice sounded at your side, but your mind was tired, vision almost blurred, deep headaches from a long day, your feet hurt inside the boot that hurt your toes from the long walk.
- Why can't these filthy idiots just give up? so I don't have to dirty my boots with their filthy blood. - You were in a bad mood and that was evident, your body wanted to rest and sleep what was left of the night.
Rows of two people equally divided between four men tied up with black bags on their faces were in front of you. You are wondering why you and not just you? Oh yes, I am referring to you and your partner Jiwoo, a blond guy, a little shorter than you who wears a jacket so red that it almost burns your eyes, that's what they call ugly, but he didn't heed your warnings to throw that piece away.
The noises of knees trembling on that wooden floor cracked like music, in front of your sight and always keeping your finger on the trigger ready to pull it at any sign of aggression from the hostages, two hydro pistols, one in each hand, just one shot can kill, you don't necessarily need to hit a vital point for that but you don't usually miss your target so that doesn't become a problem.
Through the wall it was possible to hear the flapping of the wings of the anemo crystal butterflies that were flying through the grapevines and illuminating the night with a cyan glow and their dandelion aura.
A certain redhead wearing a ponytail and black clothes entered the room, the light illuminated the walls for a few moments, which makes your eyes burn from the usual dark.
- Haven't you found out anything yet? - Diluc Ragnvindr was standing in front of the door with his arms crossed and a slightly impatient expression.
Jiwoo rubbed his temples stressed and almost tired.
- I've tried to negotiate, talk and still nothing.
You took a step forward and the boot made a loud noise on the wood.
- That's enough of that, let's do it my way.
Your eyes ran over the four treasure thieves in front of you, stopping on a man who was not trembling with fear like his companions, "Maybe it's just courage, but I'll bet it's not" the thought was as fast as the kick in the face of that thief, making him fall to the side on the floor while blood ran down the cut on his face, caused by your boot.
