"Good evening..."

Naima looked like a stranger to this world, eyes as sharp as a blade, cold and detached. Nothing else mattered. Let it all end here at this stop line.

Walking through this world made her sick. Skyscrapers scraping the sky, neon lights burning the city alive, cold breath fogging the freezing night air. People rushed by, faces blurred.

"Sorry. Oh god. Get lost. Ugh. So tired. It's freezing! Why?"

Voices buzzed around her like trash - why couldn't she scream something filthier than that? How boring... Enough. Stop thinking. Stop wasting time.

In a dark alley reeking of leftover death, her slender body drifted like a ghost in the midnight mist. The air reeked of gunpowder and blood. Chaos reigned. Cleaning it up was the job of humans.

As for her? She'd take on whoever the hell dared.

The streetlight flickered overhead. Wearing a bulky coat, licking a candy, she chuckled like a lunatic in the icy dark, scanning the void with sharp eyes.

"I know you're there."

"Ooh~ sharp girl. You noticed fast, huh~?"

She turned her razor gaze to the voice. What, no hobbies? You're stalking me?

"They say you're real foul-mouthed..."

"Shut it. Didn't ask."

Her voice snapped like a gunshot, stopping the mouth of this societal scum.

"Haha! You're easy to find! Just one little job - some gunplay, that's all~"

"What job?"

She didn't even bother facing him fully. His voice could rot in the void.

"Cute girl. White hair. Kill her~ Good money, too?"

He held up a photo of a pretty silver-haired girl - but clearly trash on the inside.

"Not interested."

"One million yen?"

"Try anything funny, and you're the one getting whacked."

"Deal~"

She slung her gun and walked to the marked location. Just another hellhole to clear.

She'd glare down anyone who even breathed near her.

Another night soaked in blood. The girl tried to grab Naima's ankle in her last breath. Three bullets later, she finally lay still under the moonlight.

"Tch. Weak."

"Haha~ got you now, Naima~"

Her trained eyes flicked to his backup squad. What kind of joke army is this? I wanna spit on them. Bunch of cockroaches playing dirty.

"I'll take your whole house down myself."

"Talk trash all you like~ You'll love the things we'll say to you when we're done~"

"BRING IT!"

Blood. Gunfire. Screams. The moon drowned in smoke. Five bullets per man, and they still wouldn't go down.

"Ten more for you!"

She weaved between them, her gun spewing metal like wrath. One down, blood soaked.

But she hadn't counted on the noise.

"HEY, SHUT UP ALREADY YOU DOGS!!!!"

She snapped. Her scream shattered the silence like glass.

"Naima..."

"YOU'RE NOT WORTHY TO SAY MY NAME!!!"

"NAIMA HAHA I'M STI-"

Blood exploded mid-sentence. She shot to shut them all up.

The alley opened up, echoing with her boots as she walked away.

The moon returned to its throne above. Watching. Waiting.

"Let me curse and I'll blow your head off."

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