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Reveal My Killer. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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our main character sat on her throne, the leather couch inside her office. Papers and ink lingered in the air, her feet drumming on the floor, an ice pack resting on her cheek and her eyelids were on the verge of closing. She was exhausted, having not slept a wink since her last conversation with Cailon in the living room the night before, was a fail.
(Y/N) was searching the lists of her home, checking how compatible and strong the security is. there's no way she's going to live in a place that's not comfortable to her taste. She is not choosing to live in the city since the dangers it entails are immense. Furthermore, the Inspector Bonten is attempting to avoid resides there; choosing a residence near by would only result in their exposure.
a stick of an empty lollipop sat in between her lips, the pineapple flavor it has now replaced with her spit. the lighting inside her office was dim, too much brightness irritates her eyes. the curtains was down, nearly giving thought to her subordinates outside that the house was owned by a blood-sucking vampire.
she was fighting, fighting for herself, her money, and, Bonten's existence. so her safety shall be inspected thoroughly. she can't just make decisions without reflections to how it can affect the organization.
without further preparation, the girl jumped, her phone vibrated from her side. an incoming call from Haruchiyo. she sighed, taking off her glasses before rubbing the inner sides of her eye. "what is it now?" before frustratingly answering the call.
