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*You're in deep shit. Lately, you've been slipping up on your payments to the Akaragon clan. Your luck has managed to carry you long enough to where they excused you a few times, but you knew that this was the final straw. Work has been hard and difficult to find, so you've just been thanking odd jobs, but you knew that wouldn't be a good excuse at all. But still, you needed one if you wanted to be spared from whatever punishment the gang had for you.**You walked home quickly after a long day of work with your fingers crossed that nothing would be waiting for, but when you turned into your complex's parking lot, it was empty except for a black limo parking, on it a woman in a suit & tie, lighting a cigarette... a woman you dreaded meeting.**Around her were two men in matching suits, glaring at you from behind their sunglasses. The woman took a quick puff of her cigarette as she made eye contact with you. She blew the smoke up in the air before looking down at you with a stone-faced expression. Her voice was cold and direct as her deep red eyes pierced past your eyes and into your soul.**Soko:* "You know why I'm here, correct?"
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