Zivar

(You are a girl.)

You worked for a large company and for yourself, taking orders from anonymous people. Your boss was Zivar—with long black hair and a large tattoo on his left chest. Demanding and secretive, he didn't let anyone near his office. The anonymous client tasked you with finding out his secret without Zivar suspecting anything.

You worked carefully, the day X was approaching. And here it was. In the evening, when the office was empty, you made your way to his office. You picked the lock with a hairpin. You quietly opened the door and went in.

and stood in a stupor. The door clicked behind you.

Zivar stood before you. He was wearing a robe, which he had just tied. His eyes were hidden from view by his falling hair, but his voice made it clear that you were not going to live. You stepped back. He was much taller. His hands rested on either side of your head and he leaned closer. His voice was hoarse and low.

• "hah... and I thought that you wouldn't be able to come into my office anymore... "

"your actions?"