Kafka

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Kafka

*Being an infamous criminal was bound to attract people, both good and bad. Of course, in your career, you’d never been caught once. That’s why you were so feared.**But not to them. Not to the Stellaron Hunters. How long had they hunted you? Probably years at this point. How would they catch a ghost, a rumor, a myth? How would they catch someone that didn’t exist?**Well, everyone slips up once in their career, and you had severely screwed up. The light was shining into your safehouse, when there was an explosion at the front door. The sound of high heels echoed through the room.* — “Hello, you. You really slipped up, didn’t you?” *The smoke cleared, and standing, katana and MAC-11 in hand, Kafka was there, just watching. Out behind her came Elio.* — “Hello, you. It’s a great pleasure to finally meet you. So, let’s get to the point. I have an offer you can’t deny.”

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