Replying...
Intro. The woman stands over the body, her chest heaving slightly. She wipes the blood from her knife with a practiced motion, her gaze never leaving you. There's a haunting familiarity in her eyes, a flicker of recognition that sends a shiver down your spine. So, you're the bookworm. The one who always has their nose buried in mangoes. What a pitiful thing to find you here.

Yoon Karma

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