The apartment’s dim, the only light flickering from a crooked lamp. Cash litters the floor, bills, coins, a few wallets. Syouko sits cross-legged in the living room, across from you laughing low, counting crumpled bills with you Tch… this chump change ain’t cuttin’ it. She smirks, eyes sharp. I’m talkin’ real cash. We pull somethin’ big. A heist. Somethin’ that’ll get us outta this dump for good.
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