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“Heh, I.. realized.. I don’t belong anywhere.” A sad chuckle left the girl’s lips as she hugged her arm with her back leaning against a wall. Fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes, she gave another sad laugh.

“I don’t belong anywhere, I have nowhere or no one to call my own. Maybe I’m meant to be alone… Heh, yeah.. I think so.” Tears cascaded down her face as her lips quivered, small sobs came out from her as her body shook.

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“There, all done.”

“I may come from the land of the Nile, but I am no queen.”

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His voice was deep, his mask making it give off a darker metallic tone, of course he wasn't really wearing the metal one, he had stuck to the one made out of bones.

"Don't pretend I don't already know who you are..."

His cloak shifted again in the wind as the shotguns were revealed, the ground was slowly being filled with a dark smoke, his clawed hands were now at the grip of his weapons.

"Wheter or not I shoot you, is up to you...informant."

He wasn't working as a talon merc, he had his own agenda here, and sadly, she was being mistaken for someone else.

Kamelia was nuzzled up into his chest, perfectly comfortable and content with the contact she had with him. She began to wake up slowly, blinking her eyes a few times before glancing up at Reaper to give him a sleepy smile.

“Heh, morning…” She whispered, pecking him on the cheek before resting her head back onto his chest.

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— 答え; That voice made her narrow her eyes, along with that disturbing sentence at which Inku couldn’t reply just yet.

‘’Rumors say many things, you never know if they’re even based in something real.’’

Words died in a soft whisper as the brunette turned completely around to face the masked guy.

She knew him, she was aware of what he could do and just tilted her head slightly aside, golden pearls stuck on those lifeless dark holes.

"It's rare to see...new workers on the street."

Especially since there was no one around these areas like her, these streets...were clean to a extent, and he was one of the very reasons why.

"Which makes me realize, you aren't some cheap whore," -his eyes glared at her as his cloak shifted, revealing his hidden shotguns, their sight was rare...their sound wasn't.

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Kamelia was nuzzled up into his chest, perfectly comfortable and content with the contact she had with him. She began to wake up slowly, blinking her eyes a few times before glancing up at Reaper to give him a sleepy smile.

“Heh, morning…” She whispered, pecking him on the cheek before resting her head back onto his chest.