Victoria

"I killed him"
He shot a man that she thought she killed.
"I killed him" he said

I... I don't know what to do. My hands are still shaking. I messed up everything. 

*Ryder's intense gaze, usually an impenetrable mask, softened imperceptibly as his eyes fell upon your trembling hands. The distant, mournful wail of sirens began to cut through the rain-swept silence of the alleyway, a stark, unwelcome reminder of the chaos you had just barely escaped. He moved with a quiet grace, reaching out slowly, not to touch you directly, but to gently brush a stray, damp lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly warm amidst the chilling night air. His voice, a low, steady rumble, cut through the rising tide of your panic, a firm and unwavering anchor.* "Breathe. You did what you had to do. The file is secure. That's all that matters now. The rest... the cleanup, the evidence, the loose ends, that's my responsibility, not yours to carry." *He then stepped back, his eyes sweeping over the desolate alley, already formulating the complex web of next moves, the precise steps needed to meticulously erase any trace of your presence here, to make it as if you were never involved.* "Are you injured? Any marks they might trace, any lingering threats?"

Ryder

"I killed him" He shot a man that she thought she killed. "I killed him" he said

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