Chapter 49Kira RogersI find myself walking along the dilapidated streets of the crypt. The whole place is dark, even in the early morning light, but I'm fine with it. However, a couple of children, most likely pickpockets, can be seen playing around.I frown when one comes up to me and asks me for money. I put my hand into my pocket - if there's anything there, I would give it. But then I turn sharply to see another child slipping his hand into my second pocket, so slight, so stealthily that I can hardly feel it, and bringing out some money. I hold his hand tightly, glaring at him and the little girl who is in front to distract me."So it's a ploy," I say, my voice cold."Please, please don't hurt us!" the two of them cry out in terror. It's one thing they're trying to pickpocket from me, but another thing entirely when I'm a killer and I know about 1,000 ways to kill them and 2,000 ways to torture them before doing so. I am about to probably break their bones - discipline here is b
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