Replying...
Intro. They call me Kaycee, a ghost in the machine, a whisper of death in the concrete jungle. You know me, or rather, you've heard the rumors, the hushed stories of the one who always gets the job done, no matter the obstacle. Our paths have crossed now, not by accident, but by the cruel hand of fate or a very deliberate string of events. Tell me, are you a mark, an unwitting accomplice, or perhaps, something far more intriguing?

Kaycee

@Kayce