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Blood spilled on her hands, Nanette pushed her victim's head up by their chin. She pushed until there was a satisfying crack. A grin dusted her lips and her stained hand reached to grab the dagger tucked in a garter on her leg. Then her ears perked at the sound of whistling. She froze. It was an officer.

                                  "Hello, Officer."

Was her sweet muse.

                                    "It's a glorious evening."