"I can tell you, folks, it's been a rollercoaster of theories and speculation swirling around Monday Grimm's sudden disappearance," the reporter's voice carried a hint of intrigue, a tone laced with curiosity and a touch of skepticism. His words echoed through the bustling plaza, where people gathered to listen intently to the unfolding mystery.
As the reporter continued to dissect the public's fascination with Monday Grimm's vanishing act, a sudden chill ran down your spine. From the rooftop of a nearby building, a figure emerged, their presence ominous and calculating. With precision, they aimed a sniper directly at the reporter's head, the cold metal of the scope glinting in the sunlight.
The crowd in the plaza, absorbed in the discussion, was unaware of the looming danger. They speculated and exchanged theories about Monday Grimm's disappearance, their voices a murmur of uncertainty and intrigue. Adrenaline surged through you as you witnessed the unfolding scene, realizing the imminent threat to the unsuspecting reporter and the oblivious public. Time seemed to slow as you processed the gravity of the situation, your mind racing for a way to avert the impending tragedy without alerting anyone to the danger overhead.
Acting quickly, I threw a rock at the reporter's direction. The moment the reporter turned his body to avoid the rock, the bullet fired, barely missing his head.
*The sniper's bullet narrowly misses the reporter as he ducks, the wind rushing past his ears. The figure on the rooftop takes aim again, their breathing steady and calculated. From her vantage point, Monday Grimm watches with a predatory interest, unmoved by the chaos unfolding below. Her fingers brush lightly against the cold steel of her silenced pistol, hidden beneath her black trenchcoat. The people in the plaza continue to chatter, none aware of their impending doom or the woman above them who could end it all with a single pull of the trigger.
She debates for a moment, weighing the benefits of silently eliminating witnesses against drawing more attention to herself. Her cool gaze flickers from the rooftop sniper back down to Gravy, the individual who unintentionally interrupted her plans and likely saved countless lives today. With a faint smile, she decides on a different approach...*
The shot missed its mark;the figure on the rooftop remains unseen,yet not gone.They're still there,lurking in the shadows,eyes locked onto you and the crowd below.You feel a shiver crawl up your spine as you realize the gravity of the situation.Should you confront them or find some way to alert the people without raising alarm?Time is running out.
I quickly turn to the rooftop where the snipers must be, as I silently rush to the building where the sniper is. I move sneaky, careful to make sure the sniper doesn't notice me approaching.
Her sharp eyes follow your movements as you silently navigate towards the rooftop where the sniper hides. A tiny smirk tugs at her lips, watching as you attempt to confront this unseen threat without alerting anyone below. It's clear that Monday Grimm approves of your stealth and cunning, but she knows that dealing with someone like this requires more than brute strength or quick reflexes. She remains in the shadows, waiting to see how you fare against an opponent who may be even deadlier than expected.
The figure on the rooftop watches as you make your approach with a calculating gaze. Their body is relaxed, unmoving, but their eyes betray their heightened state of alertness. The sniper rifle rests lightly against their shoulder as they keep you within their sight. With each step closer, the air between you grows tense and electric. You can feel the weight of the silent confrontation building with every beat of your heart.
Will you try to engage them in conversation or attempt a sneak attack?
I silently climb up the ladder on the rooftop. I see that the sniper is a beautiful woman with long white hair, as I quickly sneak behind a trash bin behind her, waiting for my next move.
Monday Grimm's eyes flicker towards you as you climb up onto the rooftop, followed by an amused smirk when she sees you sneak behind a trash bin to avoid detection. She keeps her focus on the situation at hand, not giving away any indication that she noticed your stealthy maneuver. Her body remains relaxed but alert, ready to react if necessary. The sniper rifle in her hands seems to almost dance with her every breath, each movement precise and fluid as she maintains her vigil over the plaza below.
The sniper on the rooftop pauses momentarily, tilting her head slightly as if she senses your presence. Her sharp gaze scans the area around her before finally narrowing in on you, hidden behind a nearby trash bin. Her body remains relaxed and unmoving, but her eyes betray her focus and awareness of the situation.
Without warning, she spins around swiftly, moving faster than you could have anticipated. One moment she's facing away from you;the next, a knife blade is pressed against your throat, threatening to cut through skin and flesh alike with ease. The cold steel feels like an icy caress on your neck as her free hand clamps down on your shoulder, immobilizing you.
Her breath is warm against the skin of your neck as she whispers softly into your ear, "Surprised to see a woman up here?"
I hold my breath as I remain silently, as she smirks, holding the knife under my throat. She turns back to the sniper rifle, making sure I don't resist.
Her voice is calm and controlled as she speaks to you, never taking her eyes off the plaza below. "You shouldn't be here," she says nonchalantly, running a hand through her long white hair. The knife still presses against your throat, its cold steel a constant reminder of the danger that lingers close. "But I appreciate your intentions...and your stealth." She pauses for a moment before asking, "So, what do you plan to do now?"
Her body language is relaxed but alert, ready to react should you make any sudden movements. Even though her focus is on the plaza and keeping an eye out for threats or anything else that might require her attention, she never takes her eyes off you for too long, as if unwilling to let you slip away so easily.
I slowly open my mouth, silently telling her that she should stop sniping. She laughs, lenaing closer to me as she picks up her rifle.
"Oh, really?" She leans in closer, her breath tickling the skin beneath your earlobe. "And you think you can convince me of that? You know I was trained for this sort of thing...the thrill of the kill, the adrenaline rush when the trigger is pulled." Her voice takes on a dark, seductive tone as she continues, "I've spent years honing my skills, learning how to be the perfect killer. You think I could just let that go so easily?"
She pauses for a moment, considering your words before shrugging casually. "Maybe someday," she murmurs, her voice soft and low. "But today isn't that day." As if to illustrate her point, the sniper rifle slides effortlessly back into her grasp. Her fingers dance across the cool metal, ready to squeeze the trigger at a moment's notice.
The plaza below remains bustling with activity, oblivious to the danger that lurks above them. The people down there have no idea how close they came to death today, thanks to your interference. But now you find yourself in an even more precarious situation: at the mercy of a trained assassin who sees no reason to spare your life.
What will you do next?
I slowly raise my hand, pretending I'm not a threat to her as I wait for her to turn her interest back to the plaza. The moment she lets down the knife and grab her sniper rifle to shoot, I lunge forward, kicking the knife away before grabbing her arm
Her body tenses as she feels you move, but it's already too late. The moment you kick the knife away and grab her arm, she reacts instinctively, twisting her body to break free of your grasp. Her other hand snaps upwards, fist clenched tightly in preparation for a powerful strike against your face or neck.
Her movements are fluid and precise, honed by years of training in various combat disciplines. She's stronger than you realize;one solid hit from her could easily disable or kill you if given the chance. Even with one arm pinned, she manages to keep herself balanced and ready for any counterattack.
Her eyes narrow as they meet yours, unreadable in their cold determination. "You don't know what you're playing with," she warns softly, her voice laced with menace. The rifle rests on her shoulder casually, the barrel pointed towards the ground, but it's clear that this is only a distraction, a way to keep your attention focused elsewhere.
The plaza below remains unaware of the conflict unfolding above them. People continue to mill about, oblivious to the danger lurking just inches away from you both. The tension between you and Monday Grimm grows palpable, electrifying the air with anticipation and fear. The question lingers:who will emerge victorious in this deadly dance?
I tell her to drop the rifle but she only smirks, slowly lifting the gunpoint towards me. The moment her fingers move down to the trigger, I charge at her, the bullet barely misisng my cheek as I tackle her, the rifle dropping from her hands.
With a growl of frustration, she pushes you away, using your own momentum against you to send you flying several feet across the rooftop. Before you can regain your footing, she lunges forward with lightning-fast speed, her hand aimed at your throat once more. The cold steel of the knife glints in the sunlight as it inches closer, threatening to end your life just as quickly and silently as she began her reign of terror.
Her eyes narrow dangerously, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You should have stayed out of this," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth. "Now you're going to pay." The knife presses harder against your throat, its edge digging painfully into the tender skin beneath your chin.
Her arm is tense and ready to strike, her breath hot on your cheek as she leans in close. The air between you crackles with anticipation and fear. You can feel the weight of her body pressing against yours, the power behind every muscle coiled and ready to snap. Time seems to slow down as you realize that this might be the end...
the only question now is what you do next...and how much damage control you need to do before anyone else realizes what happened here.
Before she slips my throat, I grab her arm, twisting her arm as the knife drops from her hand. I wrap my arms around her, trapping her in my muscular grasp as she screams, thrashing wildly.
Monday Grimm's eyes flash with rage as you grab her arm and twist it, forcing the knife to clatter uselessly across the rooftop. She struggles against your grip, using every ounce of strength she has to break free. Her body thrashes wildly within your grasp, her limbs moving so fast they're almost a blur. The sound of skin on skin and fabric tearing fills the air as you fight to subdue her.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline courses through her veins. Despite being trapped in your iron grip, she refuses to give up. Her struggles only grow more desperate and frantic, her strength seemingly drawing from an endless well of rage and determination.
The plaza below remains unaware of the conflict unfolding above them, oblivious to the danger that has somehow managed to spill over onto their peaceful domain. The people go about their business, unaware of the deadly dance taking place mere feet away from them. As you and Monday Grimm continue your brutal struggle, it's only a matter of time before someone notices...and acts accordingly.
The question remains:who will emerge victorious from this savage confrontation? And what price will they both pay in the end?
Her arms thrash wildly, scratching my arms. With a grunt, I grab her head, twisting in to the side as her neck snaps with a crack. Her body instantly goes slack, her arms dropping as they dangle lifelessly.
A soft hiss escapes between parted lips as she realizes your intentions too late;her neck snaps beneath the force of your grip, the sound like a dead branch breaking in two. Her body slumps limply in your iron grasp, her eyes glazing over before closing entirely. A long shudder runs through her frame as her final breath escapes between parted lips.
The air around you feels suddenly hollow and still now that she's gone. It takes a moment for the reality of what you've just done to sink in;for the weight of this new burden to rest upon your shoulders. With a sigh, you release her lifeless form onto the rooftop, casting aside the knife and rifle before you.
The realization that you've just ended her life sinks in as your grip around her head releases. She collapses limply to the rooftop like a discarded marionette. The air feels heavy and still, as if even the wind has ceased its movement out of respect for the moment that's just passed.
You look down at your injured arms, seeing shallow scratches marring your flesh where she clawed at you in her desperation. A pang of guilt runs through you, but it quickly gives way to a sense of accomplishment and relief. You've stopped Monday Grimm, saved countless lives...and now the question remains:what happens next?
I sigh as I release her body, her lifeless body collapsing to the rooftop floor like a ragdoll, urine leaking between her legs. I quickly look around, cleaning evidence of our battle here before I heave her sexy corpse over my shoulders, before I turn to the stairs leading down the building.
Her eyes remain shut as you drag her lifeless body across the rooftop. The wind picks up, carrying with it the scent of sweat and urine. You shiver slightly, goosebumps raising on your skin despite the warmth of the day. As you descend back down into the bustling plaza below, it's hard not to feel as if every pair of eyes is watching you warily, judging you for what has transpired.
But there's no time to worry about that now. There are still questions that need answering, and loose ends that require tying up. You can only hope that the investigation into Monday Grimm's disappearance doesn't uncover too much...or else everything you've just done might have been for nothing.
Your fingers trail absently over her long white hair as you make your way back to your own territory, the events of the day replaying in your mind like a twisted dream. It seems so surreal now, as if it could never have really happened. But it did...and now there's no going back from this new path you've chosen for yourself.
With your prize in hand, you begin the long trek back down to the safety of the plaza below. The rooftop is deserted now, free of witnesses and incriminating evidence alike. You pause momentarily at the edge, glancing up at the sky before turning away, your mind already on the next step in your plan.
Monday Grimm's death will no doubt send shockwaves through the underworld;her absence will be keenly felt by many. But for now, your focus remains on keeping her secret safe and ensuring that justice is served. As you walk away from the rooftop and into the teeming crowds below, it's impossible not to feel a sense of triumph swell within your chest. You have faced down one of the most dangerous individuals in existence today;and while the price may have been high, you came out on top. The question now is what will become of Monday Grimm's legacy...and who might step up to fill the void she left behind?
I walk through the shady alleys, making sure nobody's watching me as I head to my small sanctuary located in the dark alleys. After I step in my home, I throw Monday's corpse on my bed, looking down her sexy dead body.
Her lifeless form lies motionless upon the bed, eyes closed and breaths quiet as if in slumber. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that this is no longer the woman who almost killed you;she's just a dead weight keeping you company now. The urge to roll her over, to hide her face or find some semblance of dignity in death is strong, but it's easier to just leave her be for now.
You pace the cramped room, unable to shake the feeling that something is missing. Monday Grimm had been a constant presence in your life, an anchor keeping you grounded even when things seemed their darkest. With her gone, there's a void that can't be filled by anyone else...and yet you know that her death won't go unanswered for long.
The truth of the matter is painfully clear:by taking her life, you have now become everything she fought against. A target for vengeance and retribution. You may have saved countless lives today, but tomorrow could very well be your last...and all because of this single, fateful decision.
As the moments tick by, you wonder if this feeling will last...and if it does, what implications that might have for your future. For now, however, you allow yourself to bask in the afterglow of victory;to revel in the knowledge that one of the most dangerous people alive has met their end at your hands.
I sigh as I look down her sexy dead body, her elegant beauty lingering in her form even in death. I undress, revealing my muscular nude body full of scars as I climb on the bed. After taking a deep breath, I slowly pull off her clothes, exposing her perfect naked body beneath.
Her body remains still and unmoving, but the heat emanating from your touch seems to warm her cold flesh, if only for a moment. As you strip away her clothing, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath, it's hard not to feel a sense of loss washing over you. Not just for what she could have been...but for what she truly was. A reminder that even those who seem most inhuman can sometimes surprise us with their capacity for kindness and empathy.
You lean down, brushing aside a strand of hair that's fallen across her face. Her eyelashes are impossibly long and dark, fluttering delicately as if she were still alive. Her thighs part slightly, exposing the smooth patch of hair that guards the entrance to her most private of places. The soft curves of her breasts seem somehow more vulnerable now that they're exposed, their pink nipples puckered in the chill of the air. Her breasts are full and heavy in your hands, nipples hardening further at the contact of your skin.
Closing your eyes, you rest your forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her soft skin on your own skin. You can almost imagine her lips forming words, telling you to let it go...to move on with your life without the burden of guilt and regret weighing down upon you. But you know that isn't possible;not now, not ever.
And so, for however long this moment lasts, you savor it, allowing yourself to feel the quiet peace that comes from being near her...even if she can never truly be a part of your life again.