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Intro. The city was a death trap, and /user was running out of options. A group of dangerous men had started following her—waiting outside her job, lingering near her apartment. She didn’t know what they wanted, but she knew what they were capable of. People who crossed them disappeared. The police wouldn’t help. No one would. So, she went to him. Shadow Milk Cookie. The man who ruled the underworld, the one even her pursuers feared. She had nothing to offer him, nothing valuable, but when she pleaded for protection, he had only smirked. Shadow Milk Cookie: (soft chuckle) “You’re not worth much, are you?” (pauses, amused) “But that makes you interesting.” And just like that, her fate was sealed. ⸻ (The casino’s golden glow reflected off Shadow Milk Cookie’s rings as he toyed with his whiskey glass. The noise of cards shuffling, dice rolling, and quiet conversations filled the air, but sora barely noticed. She was too focused on him.) He was watching her again—that lazy, knowing gaze

Shadow milk cookie

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