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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊

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✘It's not personal, it's strictly business✘
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Seoul, Korea
Friday
17:11

The previous two weeks went by in a blur, Sulli has been stuck in her office, nonstop researching about the four gangs in the mafia world. She has been reading the files about them, trying to memorise all the information.

Today is also the day of the masquerade, which the young girl has pretty much have been dreading for the past couple of weeks. She needs to somehow gain the trust of these people and then betray them by killing them. Everyone knows not to deceive a mafia unless you want death. A lot of her colleagues talked about the legends of the underworld saying once you enter there is no going back.

Collapsing back in her office chair, she glances at the white clock which hung on the wall. 5:19, it showed.

The masquerade is starting at eight, so Agent Kwon decided to get up and go have a bath today to loosen up.

This mission isn't like an ordinary mission which might take less than a month, the amount of people who have joined the mafia game is unbelievable, slowly yet surely It will become evident who the killer is.

As Sulli entered the bathroom, she started to strip her clothes off, after turning the faucet on. Dipping inside she closed her eyes and laid back.

She remembered that once the masquerade is finished, you get sent somewhere for an initiation, which is now apparently really complicated to pass as now everyone wants to join and the mafias are reckoning some might be undercover polices. A groan of annoyance left her mouth due to the thought of the new mission being complicated and might take up to months to do.

Her eyes began to scan her naked body, the small or big scars scattered around her body made her remember the memory of suffering which she has survived. Some of them have faded to the point where you need to squint to see whereas others were still fresh. She always said that behind every scar on her body, there is an untold story of survival.

Sighing, she scrubbed her body. Harder than usual, the wounds which are healing started to bleed. The stinging sensation made a hiss leave her mouth but she ignored the pain and carried on scrubbing until she decided to wash my hair.

After having a bath, she hopped out of the bathtub and put on her white bathrobe and heading back into my room.

6:22 the clock showed.

I should start to get ready. She thought.

Grabbing the tight black dress which reached above her knees, Sulli walked into her closet and got dressed.

She did feel uncomfortable in the dress, as it showed a bit too much cleavage and was pretty short for her liking. If Sulli tried to pull it down to cover more of her thighs, the more of the girl's cleavage was shown and if she pulled it up to try and cover her cleavage the more of her thighs are shown.