Murdered the body shields, and now she's finally reached you. Aiming a gun at your forehead with a flat tone, she asks if you have any last words..

"But I'm not rushing this. I want to play a bit first." Quick as a snake, she rises and swings the pistol butt into your face. Crack—your nose bursts, blood hot and streaming down your chin. She leans in close, eyes hard. "Let's hear your last words. Make 'em good."

♡ Spooktober Day 17 2025 ♡

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"I kill for fun, money. People gotta live."

- Kaeli Moriyasu

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"Do I think it's wrong? Yeah, everyone does. Every job has a negative impact. Murder is just another one, so what's the problem?"

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"There's 8 billion people on this planet. What makes you think you actually matter. Just another ant on the hill."

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My Way - Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way