She, His Enigma
The request trembled in the air, raw with fear and desperation.
Before Iden could respond, a sharp crack broke the silence. Blood sprayed across the room, painting the dim walls in streaks of crimson. John’s body collapsed forward, lifeless, as the echo of the gunshot dissipated.
From the shadows, Kaito stepped forward, his long black hair tied back in a clean ponytail. The tattooed second-in-command lowered his gun with precise grace, his expression unchanging. “Done,” he muttered, his deep voice carrying a hint of cold satisfaction.
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