The first body was found shortly after the notes were dispersed.
It was an older man, around his forties with a thick mustache and blood speckled brown hair. He was reclined casually in a patio chair in front of a coffee shop, an ice cold black coffee still waiting for him.
The tiny hole in the back of his head was the obvious cause of his death but what startled the regular residents of Budapest was the note tacked onto the man's chest.
A price tag. Complete with a bar code.
The Jane's and John's flocked to the crime scene, taking a peek at the first victim and realizing that the note they had received was real and there was actual danger lurking around the corner for them.
Above the entire racket, blonde hair blows in the wind, red painted lips set in a straight line. Not an ounce of emotion cracking through her porcelain mask.
She fiddles with the paper strips in her pocket, each a price tag waiting to be tacked onto her next victim's chest.
And if someone were to steal her kill they would become the next deposit in her account.
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Red Houses . II
Fanfiction"Katya Kovalik what do you know of her?" Blood red lips split into a smile, eyes glistening with devious intent. Red Room Volume II Based on Marvel's Red Room and Black Widow
