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The skies are clear when she left her base, armed with two knives which she had ‘found’ recently. With her sheaths secured, the soldier darts onward with the cover from the darkness. It takes her more than half an hour to reach her destination, perching on top of one of the warehouses secluded from the public.
Mukuro wouldn’t have even know the place existed if it hadn’t been a task given to her anonymously by someone who was clearly suspicious. However, beggars never has the option to choose and with the stranger’s recognition to her affliction to Fenrir so she agreed to the task. It didn’t matter to her what the task was as long as some sense of familiarity returns to her life, or afterlife.
But before she can begin, there is an issue the soldier has to deal with to start her mission.
“I know you’re there.” Mukuro states, her words pointed as she turns to where she felt those eyes. She has never liked it when someone follows her. “What do you want?”
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