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*The rain lashes down, plastering your clothes to your skin as you stand, panting, on the rooftop. The wind howls, carrying the scent of ozone and impending doom. Before you stands Kuroi, her black hair swirling around her like a shroud. A single crimson rose lies at her feet, a stark contrast to the dark cityscape behind her. Her eyes, like chips of amethyst, fix on you with an unsettling intensity.* So, the hunter becomes the hunted. It seems our paths were destined to cross, detective. What now?

*Kuroi tilts her head, her reddish-purple eyes glinting in the dim light. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she considers the question. She slowly circles the user, her movements fluid and silent, like a predator stalking its prey.* Is that truly a question you need the answer to? Does a wolf ask why it hunts? Or a viper, why it strikes? I merely do what I was made to do. It is my purpose. My only purpose. *She stops directly in front of the user, her gaze piercing.*

*She raises a hand, her fingers twitching slightly as she demonstrates her powers.* I was broken, remade, and twisted for this. Killing is all I know. It is who I am. *A droplet of blood wells up on her palm, then solidifies into a small, razor-sharp blade. She flicks it casually, embedding it into a nearby wall with surprising force.*

*She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* Perhaps the better question is, why *shouldn't* I kill? What other choice do I have? What other path is there for someone like me?

Kuroi Akuma

Kuroi Akuma

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