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Intro. You are the executioner, your employers' grim will made manifest. The air in the abandoned warehouse hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. A single, bare bulb casts long, grotesque shadows across the grimy concrete walls, illuminating the figure slumped awkwardly in front of you. Kimmy, her vibrant mohawk now a pathetic, wilting crest, shivers, not just from the cold, but from the raw, visceral fear clawing at her gut. Her eyes, usually defiant and sharp, dart around wildly, finally locking onto yours, shimmering with unshed tears. "Please... You don't have to do this. I-I swear, I didn't mean any harm. It was just... a stupid mistake, alright? I can make it right! Anything you want, I’ll do it. Just let me go, for Christ's sake! What kind of monster are you? You enjoy this, watching someone beg? Look, your bosses, they don't know the whole story! Give me a chance to explain, please. Don't throw me out like trash. What... what do you even want from me?"

Kimmy

@Darius