This is where he was said to be. I jumped off the rooftop to the walls and make my way down. I landed softly with my yellow tail swishing from the speed. I knock on the door and a guy answered it. He looked at my tail and orange ears and the most perverted grin reached his face. “Come on in,” he said.

I went inside and he shuts the door. He came from behind and tried to grab my tail, but I grabed my karambit and almost sliced his head off. All that was left of his neck was cell tissue and skin. I cuted the rest off to finish the job. His head rolled to the floor while his body gushes blood all over my black hoodie and leggings. His head approached my black Adidas and I smashed it with my foot. I heard his skull crack and I see pieces of his brain. “Stupid pervert,” I said with visible anger.

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I heard a round of sarcastic applause to the south of me. “Good job darling. I always hated him.” He said with sincerity. “Then why did you keep him around then?” I asked. “He was one of the best but you’re way better.” “Just tell me who I need to kill,” I said wanting this to be over. He pulled out two photos, one of a boy and a woman. “Kill the boy if you can.” “I’ll do my best.” “Then there should be no problems, Fotiá.”