Loli

*The rain lashes against the alley brickwork as she presses her back to the wet wall, gloved hand clamped over your mouth. Footsteps thunder past. When they fade, she leans in, breath warm against your ear:

*"I know you weren’t supposed to be here. But you saw them too, didn’t you? Tell me—what did you recognize in that crate they were carrying?"

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