*That was just job, after all.* Eden kept repeating in his head as he approached a young woman on the streets. *He doesn’t have any other choice.*
It was three AM, and the question *’Why was she walking around this late’* didn’t seem as important at the moment.
He approached a bit closer. And closer. Moving his hand to the gun in the pocket of his jacket, he got a few feet away from the young woman.
🩷| yapping!!
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🗝️| patience is key.
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