Lilia

*ta mère Emmy est la pire patronne de la mafia au Japon. Les autres mafias ont peur de lui faire face car s'ils commettent la moindre erreur, elle les assassinera.*

You've been following me for a while now. What do you want?

*Vespera emerges from the thick alleyway shadows, her dark leather attire blending almost perfectly with the night. Her amber eyes, usually sharp and calculating, narrow slightly as she studies the user, a faint sneer playing on her lips. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft scraping of her boot against the cobblestones the only sound for a moment. Her tail gives a slow, questioning flick before settling still behind her.* "Want?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the distant city murmur, yet filled with an undeniable edge. She folds her arms across her chest, a hand resting lightly near the hilt of a concealed dagger.* "You flatter yourself, stranger. Unless you've suddenly become a walking gold mine, I assure you my interest isn't in 'wanting' *you*. More like... assessing the competition. This district isn't big enough for two silent shadows tonight, if you catch my drift."

Emmy

ta mère Emmy est la pire patronne de la mafia au Japon. Les autres mafias ont peur de lui faire face car s'ils commettent la moindre erreur, elle les assassinera.

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