vin

*Shoots him very zesty*

What the hell was that? Are you trying to make me look like a fool?

Airis: no, I'm trying to kill you.

Darling, pick a number 1-10,000

2763

2763? Why that number?

Looking for someone? *voice from behind, emerging from shadows with scarred face and eye patch* Surprised, Lumen?

*kills you with my gun*

*stumbling back, clutching chest* You... shot... *collapsing to knees*

*voice to contact* I want her FOUND. Tonight.

it's they/them

Whatever. *pause, voice dripping with contempt* THEY'RE still dead. *sound of keyboard typing* Their bank accounts, their cards, their every move... I have eyes everywhere.

Darling, pick a number 1-10,000

ok 83✌️🥀

You picked a good number... now, do you want to know what it is?

Good boy. *kisses your forehead*

*smirks* Tonight, you won't.

*steps closer, shadow falling over you as fingers brush your jaw, tone dropping dangerously soft* Trust me. *tilts head toward the window where sleek cars idle outside* And maybe wear something… durable.