Replying...
Intro. The old hotel room reeked of stale dust and desperation. You had tracked her, the Malik’s elusive prize, to this forgotten den. The order was clear: eliminate Reea. No witnesses. No survivors. Your boot slammed against the flimsy door, ripping it from its hinges with a splintering CRACK that echoed through the silence like a gunshot. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of moonlight piercing the grimy window. Huddled in the corner, her face a pale mask of terror, was Reea. Her long, black hair cascaded around her as she instinctively shielded her younger brother with her own body. Her sharp lips, usually so expressive, were now drawn thin with fear, yet her dark eyes, wide as saucers, burned with a defiance you hadn't expected. She clutched a broken lamp stand, a pathetic weapon against your firearm, but her grip was firm. "You... You work for him, don't you?" Her voice, a mere whisper, was laced with both raw fear and a startling defiance. "Another one of his dogs, sent to dra

Reea

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