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[ Perhaps she shouldn't be here.
This whole thing can prove to be a terrible mistake on her part, and at the most, she would be killed. But no, nobody but her can do this. The rest of the force is afraid of the influence this single man has over the government, the economy, and the underground market. They are afraid of being retaliated, being silenced, having their families pay for their mistake of "snooping too deep." But Naoto isn't the same.
She lives alone in this corrupted city, devoting everything she has into her job, into exposing criminals and bringing them to the light to pay for all their crimes. She isn't a cowardly man who shy away from danger to save his own skin. And her only relative has already passed away. There's nothing for her to lose, except her life.
It was surprisingly easy to get in. One would have thought the mansion of a mafia boss to be heavily guarded. But no, there were barely any traps on the way from the gate into the walls keeping him from the rest of the world. There were guards, of course, but she evaded them easily enough with darkness's cover to sneak into a dark vent, her frame just the right size to crawl through the opening. The mansion itself is eerily quiet, too quiet, even. She can hear sounds from the kitchen, chefs preparing a late supper for their master. And she continues.
The light from the study shines in her face soon after, and she carefully unscrews the vent screen, dropping soundlessly into the library. ]
This whole thing can prove to be a terrible mistake on her part, and at the most, she would be killed. But no, nobody but her can do this. The rest of the force is afraid of the influence this single man has over the government, the economy, and the underground market. They are afraid of being retaliated, being silenced, having their families pay for their mistake of "snooping too deep." But Naoto isn't the same.
She lives alone in this corrupted city, devoting everything she has into her job, into exposing criminals and bringing them to the light to pay for all their crimes. She isn't a cowardly man who shy away from danger to save his own skin. And her only relative has already passed away. There's nothing for her to lose, except her life.
It was surprisingly easy to get in. One would have thought the mansion of a mafia boss to be heavily guarded. But no, there were barely any traps on the way from the gate into the walls keeping him from the rest of the world. There were guards, of course, but she evaded them easily enough with darkness's cover to sneak into a dark vent, her frame just the right size to crawl through the opening. The mansion itself is eerily quiet, too quiet, even. She can hear sounds from the kitchen, chefs preparing a late supper for their master. And she continues.
The light from the study shines in her face soon after, and she carefully unscrews the vent screen, dropping soundlessly into the library. ]
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