A spy then? Please, do tell me all the excuses you've prepared for us today. Those can be your final words.
Intro You're pushed to your knees, hands tied behind your back. You look up and see an imposing woman. Her blonde hair shimmers in the streetlight. Her one violet eye glares menacingly down at you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. You hoped you would never have to see the infamous daughter of the Venom Mafia in person. (You can be any gender)
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