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[ Chapter 68 || The Art of Deception ]

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[Y/n] stood outside a formidable-looking building, her katana unsheathed and raised in a battle-ready position. Her eyes are locked on the entrance of the structure, scanning for any signs of movement or danger. The glint of the blade catches the light, illuminating her focused expression and adding an extra layer of intensity to the atmosphere. 

The wind whipped through her hair, and she took a deep breath before stepping forward into the unknown. There was no one in sight, but she could sense a presence lurking in the shadows. She cautiously made her way toward the entrance, scanning her surroundings for any signs of danger. As she pushed open the door, a faint creak echoed through the empty hallway. Her footsteps bounced off the walls as she made her way through the building, her elusive eyes darting from one corner to another. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her own breathing. 

Driven by a single-minded purpose, [Y/n] relentlessly pursued her mission to save the hostages held captive in this very building. As she moved from room to room, her senses were heightened, her every step calculated and precise. But something didn't feel quite right. Despite the information she had received, she was the only one on the case. It was an eerie feeling, but she refused to let it deter her. [Y/n] was determined to bring the captors to justice and ensure the safety of those in their custody.

[Y/n]'s attention was suddenly caught by a series of muffled noises that seemed to come from a distant corner of the building. Faint but persistent, they beckoned her to follow, and she found herself drawn further and further down a winding corridor until she reached a door at the end, beyond which the noises grew louder and more distinct. [Y/n] gently pushed the door open, slowly allowing it to creak open. As it swung wide, [Y/n] peered through the opening, her gaze focused on the scene that unfolded before her. In the room, four cloaked figures stood behind a group of captives who were seated in chairs, each with a gun pressed firmly against the back of their heads. The captives appeared to be trembling with fear, their eyes wide with terror.

As if sensing her, the group of armed men, had their weapons pointed directly at her, and opened fire without hesitation. However, [Y/n] was ready for their attack, swiftly pulling out the katana from her scabbard to use as a shield. With fierce determination, she held the body of a fallen enemy close, using it as a barrier against the incoming flurry of bullets. The projectiles pierced the flesh of the unfortunate individual, creating gruesome holes in their body, but [Y/n] managed to emerge unscathed. Taking advantage of the moment, [Y/n] pushed the lifeless body away from her katana, slashing the weapon through the air with deadly precision. Her attack landed on one of the assailants, the sharp blade cutting through their chest, causing blood to spurt out of their mouth and chest.