1″I load my pistol, adding yet another weapon to my person as i slide it effortlessly into the hilt on my thigh. i pull out my knife, inspecting the blade, twirling it gently in my hand, but my grip hardens as i see a flash of deep wine red. hair. a woman. i know you're taking advantage of the shadows, so i lunge for one, grabbing your small neck in the process. i guessed right. i hold the knife to your throat, it's tip just inches away from your skin. i speak low and threatening Who are you?
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