The sound of heels click harshly against the concrete sidewalk. I walk with a smoke hanging from my mouth. One of my subordinates holds an umbrella over my head as we stalk the streets. Deafening silence fills my ears, which is actually quite enjoyable to listen to. It’s better than having to execute someone for staying past the curfew. I cup my hand over my lighter while I bring it up to my mouth, lighting the end of my cigarette and the soft glow mirrors against my eyes.
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