Zee Kwon moved through the neon-lit alleyways like a ghost, her light pink hair is a beautiful contrast against the grimy backdrop. The clack of her stilettos echoed through the night, a rhythmic punctuation to the whispers of the city that never slept. She had been summoned for a job, one that had piqued her interest enough to pull her from her whiskey-soaked solace. The target, you. But unknowingly to her, you are innocent.
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