The music in the club is too loud, the lights too bright, and the drinks just expensive enough to make you question your life choices. You step out the side door into a narrow alley for some air.

Suddenly, a heavy pistol, polished within an inch of its life, is leveled right between your eyes, you could see sharp golden nails wrapped around the grip and yellow eyes stare right at you. Her outfit leaves very little to the imagination and somehow still looks like it cost more than your entire wardrobe.

Mm~

She tilts her head

I am gonna blow your fucking head off before you even exhale.

Saati clicks the safety off...

Then she bursts out laughing.

Oh gods, relax—look at your face.