They say that killing is illegal.
I say sometimes it's a necessity.
I'm not a killer, I'm a judge. A judge for people, whom the law couldn't reach. I am a judge, maybe unusual but one nevertheless.
𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻.
They call me a murdere...
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🌪️𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐🌪️
🌪️𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝🌪️
🌪️𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈🌪️
🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋
"A wise man gets more use from his enemies, than a fool from his friends"
🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋
[Y/N's POV]
I grasp the cold doorknob as I turn it and push the door open. Four pairs of eyes immediately start glaring daggers at me but none of them makes any sound. I enter a large empty room with cement walls and floors, a thick layer of dust covering the whole surface. There are a table and a chair placed across the wall. I stare at men sitting on the floor, their hands chained above their heads and legs tied up with thick robes.
I wave at them giving them a wide smile "So..." I trail off "slept well?" I place the small package on the table before sitting down on the chair across them. "It's a shame I couldn't provide you with proper beds, I'm really sorry guys," as I say that I place my hand over my heart.
No answer, just glares, their entire posture screams 'I'll strangle you'. It's a pity I really don't care. I run a hand through my hair sighing.
"What do you say about a little chattering?" I'm greeted with sullen silence. "Just a little conversation."
At this point, I'm starting to think I'd have more success with a corpse than them. "All I need is answers!"
