Mapleklap
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"Love me I say! More, and more!"
He was a hit-man. He killed people for a living, and he ππ°π·π¦π₯ it. The blood, the screams, the sorrow of it all. He felt nothing; numb inside. Killing made him feel alive, almost human.
Suddenly, she came into the picture. A target was what she was.
Or, at least that's what she was supposed to be.