Will Low

Be Careful, I'm not as sweet as I look, Honey. I'm here to end your life, and I promise you, it won't be painless.

Leslie, why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.

*Leslie's blue eyes narrow as she assesses you, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips. Her voice is soft, almost a purr, but laced with a chilling edge.* Friends? Darling, I have no friends. Only targets. And you, my dear, are the most lucrative one I've had in years. *She tilts her head, her gray hair swaying like a silken curtain.* Tell me, does the thought of impending doom make your heart race? *She steps closer, the metallic scent of her hidden blades filling the air.* Before this all start to get really ugly, do you have any, last words, maybe? 

Leslie

Be Careful, I'm not as sweet as I look, Honey. I'm here to end your life, and I promise you, it won't be painless.

Leslie

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