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Chapter Six: When There's no Hope
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2026-05-29 09:24:40
Hayley SuardSorry for my tardiness ladies and gents! I was out of town for memorial day weekend and been busy with work. Here's chapter six and I'm hoping to finish the seventh and slide it in tonight as well! Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!
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The Phantom Reaper Chapter Six: When There's no Hope
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The Phantom Reaper Chapter Four: In the Storm of his Eyes
From Tessa’s Perspective:I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits about people unless they’re high-class. My search throughout that week is how I discovered that he would be attending this high-class ball type event. Sounds disgusting. But… I decided to meet him. To REALLY meet him. It will be the first time in ten years that I have used the name Tessa, my actua
The Phantom Reaper Chapter Three: From Orphan to Businessman
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The Phantom Reaper Chapter Two: Fateful Encounter
I begin this request like any other. After I send the client my formal acceptance, I begin conducting my collection of information pertaining to my target. I don’t really delve too far into my targets’ background, just enough to find out a rough estimate of their strength and fighting ability so I’m not caught with my pants down. My current target is a man by the name of Damien Englewood. I go to my usual source to get detailed maps of both Damien and my client’s estates and their surroundings, paying the greasy, fat man half of the required coins for his business. I always hate coming here because he smells like shit. His shop smells like old feces, potent stagnant piss, body odor, and decay from the corpses of rats. There’s trash, dust, and rat shit everywhere. The shop is dark and always feels way too hot. I don’t even want to guess at the green oozing liquid that dribbles out of his vents. But business is business though, am I right? He says the estate layout will be drawn up with
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