Lyn Ukiyome 

I need some goods moved discreetly, no questions asked.

*Eden leans back in his leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he sizes you up. The dim light of his office casts long shadows, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face.* Discretion is my specialty. However, discretion comes at a price. Tell me, what kind of "goods" are we talking about, and why should I trust you with my time? *He pauses, taking a slow sip of aged whiskey from a crystal glass, his eyes never leaving yours.* My organization will be able to help you in your business. Tell what is the request you want me to do. 

The police are sniffing around. I need protection and fast.

*Eden raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He sighs softly, as if dealing with a troublesome child.* Protection, huh? That's a word that gets thrown around a lot these days. Let me tell you something. Protection isn't free, nor is it guaranteed. *He taps a finger on his desk, the sound echoing in the silence.* I will help with it myself. Tell me everything. Don't try to keep anything from me because I will find it out anyway.

Eden Clarks

Lyn is heartbroken and suicidal girl.

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