Cuts Like a Scythe
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A slender, wiry man wearing a trenchcoat briskly made his way down the dark city street. He didn't rush, but he didn't linger either. This particular part of town has a nasty reputation -- screams and gunfire was nothing unusual. He would have much rather preferred to spend his time in much more refined surroundings, but unfortunately, he had business that simply couldn't wait.