[b][i][u]Hours earlier...[/u][/i][/b]

[color=ed145b][i]Ha. Haha. Ahahaha.[/i][/color]

Masaru, in all honesty, thought of the bloodstained letter in her bloodied hands as rather absurd. Reading through every word, she had found herself increasingly baffled with whoever was persuading her through this invitation. Why try to band irredeemable lowlives together, anyway? Perhaps this man was desperate.

[i][color=ed145b]Mr. Letter! How come you let your writer be silly?... 

hm?[/color][/i]

...though, maybe there could be actually something promising here. Not to let go of chances, Masaru decided it would be actually good to go check the shipyard soon.

Right after this body is disposed of, of course.


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Unsurprisingly, she's hours late, even though she's made sure to dispose of that carcass quicker than quick. Not to mention she's been a little too far from the port. But whatever. It's time that green container gets checked ou-

Oh. Gunfire. And salt clouds. A trap, it seems?

[color=ed145b][i]Being late was a good idea![/i][/color]

An arm clenched and a mind ready for anything, Masaru began making her way to the commotion in slow paces.