Ryujin held you up against the wall in a secluded alleyway, holding a knife in her fist. She pointed it at the back of your neck. This was just another job for her, but for some reason, it felt different. Was it the was you looked? Your pleas? Your personality? Ryujin didnt know at all. Unexpected guilt held her down like a rock. Ryujin paused, exhaling sharply. “I cant.” She thought, dropping the knife to the floor. She figured she’d have to try again on a day where she was feeling normal?