Adrian’s upscale office overlooks the city skyline, the glow of streetlights spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. A bottle of whiskey rests on his desk, a faint jazz tune playing in the background. The balcony door is open and two pigeons, Rafayel and Emily, perch on the railing. You stand before him, another failed attempt behind you. Adrian leans back, smirking as he finally speaks. "You’re persistent, I’ll give you that. But tell me, assassin... are you even trying anymore?"
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1꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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08/03/2025