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As the silence of the night settled in, the distant hum of a bike broke through, growing louder with each passing second.

The men froze.

Alarmed by the sudden noise of the oncoming vehicle, they whipped out their guns.

 A figure on a small moped zipped through the deserted streets, her dark helmet reflecting the glistening streetlights. She pulled up to the scene, parking with precision. With a swift motion, she removed her helmet, revealing a young girl, no older than 16, with determined eyes and an air of confidence.

"Pardon the intrusion, cleaning service is here!" she announced, her voice carrying a blend of professionalism and nonchalance. 

Bonten turned to her, skepticism etched on their faces. 

Sanzu stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the seemingly inexperienced girl before him.

"You? Clean this up?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You sure you're in the right place, kid?"

The girl smiled, unfazed by the skepticism. "Pretty sure," she replied confidently. "You may call the company to check."

Sanzu turned to Koko. 

“Call them now.”

Kokonoi nodded and pulled out his phone, quickly dialing the number for the cleaning service. After a brief conversation, he hung up and looked at the group.

"They say she's the best they've got," he announced, though his tone still carried doubt.

Sanzu exchanged glances with the rest, doubt still lingering. 

Finally, his gaze landed on Mikey. 

The silver-haired man merely nodded.

“Proceed.”

"Alright, kid. Show us what you've got."

And with that, the girl set to work.

Before she took another step, a scarred man spoke up. “Make sure you properly clean the dead bodies.” 

Another man with weird-looking brows continued. 

“Crush and freeze- ”

“Yes, I know. Crush and freeze the bodies to make it into fish bait.”

The silence was deafening. 

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she pulled a compact kit from the compartment of her moped, unfolding it to reveal an array of specialized tools.

“I apologized for that, force of habit. I was already briefed on how you would like the cleaning to be…” She bowed politely. 

One of the men snorted. 

“Kid’s got spunk, I like her.” 

“That sounded weird, Ran.”

“You make it weird, Rindo.”

Ignoring their antics, she quickly got to work. She carefully bagged the bodies and removed the bloodstains and whatever evidence was on the cold, hard ground. She spilled some fish entrails on the floor, where the previous rats had died.

Bonten watched in silence, their skepticism slowly transforming into interest. 

She handled the cleaning quite well for a 16-year-old or however old she was. Rather, she was better than the other cleaners they had previously hired. 

They continued to watch her like hawks. 

As she finished, (Y/N) stood and removed her gloves, giving the area one final inspection. 

The teen turned to them with a satisfied smile. "Alright, all done. Now, if you could just sign here," she said, holding out a contract. "Proof that the job is completed."

Kokonoi stepped forward, took the pen, and signed the document. "Impressive work," he admitted, handing the contract back to her.

She gave a slight nod, her eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and amusement. "Just another day at work," she quipped before heading back to her moped.

“Ah!” The young teen turned around and bowed towards the men.

“Thank you for choosing X Cleaning Service! We hope it is up to your satisfaction. Please contact us again if you need our services.”

With that, she bid them goodnight and rode away into the night.

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OMAKE

Scene: Evening, on the moped.

As the moon lit up the street, (Y/N) took a ride through the city. 

The wind in her hair and the hum of the engine were strangely comforting. 

This…familiar feeling.

Where has she felt this before?

Jolting back to reality, she knew she’d be called upon again soon, but for now, she enjoyed the brief respite.

Stopping by a bridge overlooking the city lights, she took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Thank you for choosing X Cleaning Service. We hope it is up to your satisfaction. Please contact us again if you need our services." 

With a final, satisfied nod, she revved the engine and rode off into the night, ready for whatever the shadows might bring next.

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