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A meager file blows to your edge of the table. its cover is torn, probably due to misuse.
โJust another low level lackey finding themselves working for the wrong side
A modest, clean file slips over to your side of the table, lit by the warm glow if a lantern.
โDandelion huh? Not my first choice but fair enough.โ They open the file
A dusty, forgotten file is slid to you, marked with a black ribbon on the spine.
โWell.. if youโre a family member of hers then uh.. my condolences.. Oh, youโre not? W
A thin file slides over to your end of the table, accompanied by a large โWANTEDโ stamped diagonally across the leather surface.
โIโm pretty sure I know why you want t
can I forgive you mother?
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TW: dark, angst, mention of death and cruelty, change of cannon
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