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"Let the rain sing you a lullaby."

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"So, you're saying you took all of them down on your own?"

The sound of sirens grew louder, wailing through the night air as police cars screeched to a halt outside. The front door of Mrs. Lee's house had been kicked in moments ago, and now the front yard was bustling with uniformed officers dragging unconscious bodies out from the house.

The smell of blood and gunpowder still lingered thick in the air, but there was no time to think about it. Everything had already happened.

I stood a few feet away from the action, my arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. My face was calm, but my heart was still pounding. There was a sharp sting in my knuckles from the fight, but I ignored it. I had told the officers it was self-defense training that let me fight, but they still weren't listening. The storm had passed, but now it felt like something else was brewing.

Officer Choi Yeonjun stood in front of me now, his brow furrowed, his eyes scanning me with a mix of suspicion and disbelief. Behind him, Jackson Wang was watching from a distance, arms crossed, observing me closely.

I didn't flinch. "That's what Mrs Lee said, no?"

Yeonjun's lips twisted in a half-smirk, clearly skeptical. "With all due respect, Miss Fiore, that's a hell of a claim. Five trained men—taken down by one person?"

I didn't answer immediately, letting the silence hang for a moment. I could feel the weight of the time, feel the lingering tension between us.

I met Yeonjun's gaze with steady eyes, my expression unwavering. "I don't need to explain myself to you," I said, my voice low but clear, the edge of authority slipping into my words. "The bodies are right there. You can count them yourself."

Yeonjun seemed to chew on my words for a moment before shaking his head. "Alright, Miss Fiore," he said, his voice dripping with skepticism. "I guess you'll be the one testifying about what happened here tonight."

I didn't respond, watching him for a second longer before glancing toward Jackson. He stood still, his eyes sharp as he took in the scene, then turned to me with a slow, deliberate nod.

"I assume you'll be at your office tomorrow?" Jackson's question was casual, but I knew it wasn't just about business.

"Of course," I answered, keeping my tone light, almost indifferent. "The Villein case isn't going to handle itself."

Jackson chuckled softly, stepping closer until only a few inches separated us. His voice dropped, barely audible, as he spoke again. "You know," he said, eyes narrowing slightly, "there's more to you than meets the eye. I'd watch my back if I were you. People like to talk. And people like to pry."