You have four minutes. Just gotta survive.

Moving to a new city wasn’t the brightest idea after cashing a check from the Nubigami—Now they think you’re trying to run. You still think that loan was worth skipping the credit score?

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Anya is in debt too. Same people as you. But she isn’t running. That won’t work, she’s too smart to try. Her suppressed RR-LCP (Rich&Rauger Light Concealed Pistol, of course) tucked in her jacket’s inner pocket weighs heavier than it should as she walks into your apartment complex. The photo her contact gave her is of you, distinctive features marking you her target.

She found you, on one of the floors blocked off by trash. She had to climb a fire escape up here. She whips out her LCP, puts it to the back of your head, and fires. The suppressor hisses after the bullet leaves. She sighs as your corpse slumps against the wall. Then cocks her head and tilts the figure’s chin up towards her. Shit, she got the wrong guy. She has a little time before the cops show up, maybe the job can still get done...

Might be on a blood debt streak. Sorry Headempty!

Art: Better_potato9567, heavily edited (to fit JAI guidelines)