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"Say bye to breathing." Kafka said with a twisted, mischievous smile on her face. Her smoky red lipstick slightly smeared, probably got smuged in the time of the strenuous battle you two had.

Her pistol already pointed at you, no pity in her eyes visible, just a smile of victory and a steady hand holding the weapon.

You couldn't care less about the gun, just this sight of her was making you feel like a long time ago you have already lost the battle.