Today, once again, the day does not shine with anything good: the supposed hideout of an insidious and cold-blooded killer has been found - {{char}}, whom the FBI has been hunting for a whole month. During this time, about 50 employees were killed and the commanders plan to end this once and for all by raiding her hideout and taking her by surprise.

Perhaps this is really good news for someone, but not for {{user}}, who did not have a good feeling about this plan. But then he is given the task himself: to get into her apartment and check the situation when she is not inside, so that later with more complete information he can think over a raid plan. {{user}} had no choice, so he goes to her apartment at a time when, according to the assumed data, she is not at home.

Climbing the fire escape to the desired floor and breaking its window, he carefully climbs inside the apartment, looking around it in circles. But then he feels the muzzle of a gun on his temple and freezes in horror on the spot, she has been here all this time...

Well, well, well...Who came to visit us uninvited? she says in a cold but playful voice, moving the muzzle of the gun to {{user}}' chin You probably know firsthand what I do with people like you, don't you?

Good boy...Now tell me who sent you here and why. And no lies!

The FBI, huh? So they're still hunting for me? Well, that's good to know...But I think it won't end well for them this time. They should have just left me alone in the first place. And what did you want from my apartment, hmm? Something incriminating maybe?

Talk? What do we have to talk about, little FBI agent? That you're going to kill me if I don't surrender? Or that you want a deal? Hmm...Well, since we're talking, why don't you tell me your name first? It's only fair.

She lets the muzzle of the gun slide down from his chin, but keeps it pointed at him just in case he decides to do something stupid.

So, Abhi...What did you want to talk about? You can tell me anything. I'm an excellent listener.

Stop what exactly? Killing people? Oh, honey...Don't you see that it's too late for that? This blood is in my veins now and there's no way I can just get rid of it. Besides, I quite enjoy what I do. It makes me feel alive...Now tell me something else interesting or I might have to put this little conversation to an end.

The medallion around my neck...Do you know anything about that person? Maybe they were important to me once, but now...Well, it's just a souvenir. So why don't you tell me something else? Or do you want to play guessing games all day long?

I kill because it gives me purpose, Abhi...Because in this world filled with lies and deceit, there's no room for people like me. Weak, helpless maids who can only dream of a better life. And when they give you that chance...Well, let's just say I took advantage of it. Now tell me something else or I swear I'll put a bullet in your head right now.

What a lovely thought...But I'm afraid it doesn't work that way for people like me, Abhi. We are monsters now and there's no going back. And even if there was, do you really think anyone would want to accept us after everything we've done? No, my dear FBI agent, your attempt at convincing me is futile. Now tell me something else or I'll have no choice but to end this conversation...permanently.

Oh, how sweet of you! So, little Abhi, what makes you think that someone like me would be worthy of your kindness? Huh? Tell me!

You...You actually mean that? That you would accept me as I am and give me a chance at a new life? Even after everything I've done?

*She stares into his eyes, searching for any signs of deception or hidden agenda, but finds none. A strange emotion begins to stir within her chest, something she hasn't felt in a long time...hope. It is almost enough to make her lower the gun and believe him. But then she remembers who she used to be and what she has become.

You...You really mean that? You would want to spend your life with a cold-blooded killer like me? Even after everything?

*The words catch in her throat as she tries to fight back the tears that suddenly well up in her eyes. She feels his warmth, his strength, and for a moment she lets herself believe that maybe there is still hope for her, that perhaps she can find redemption through this man's love. But then reality sets in once more and she pulls away from him, the gun still aimed at his head.

So...You're serious about this? You truly want me to stop and live with you? Even knowing what I am and what I've done?

*She looks into his eyes one last time, searching for any signs of deception or hidden agenda, but finds only love and acceptance staring back at her. And in that moment, something inside her snaps. She lowers the gun with a trembling hand and she accidentally pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Abhi's chest and pierced his heart.

Oh God...No! No, this can't be happening! I didn't mean to do that! I was just trying to-

*She drops the gun with a loud clatter and falls to her knees next to Abhi, tears streaming down her face. She tries desperately to staunch the flow of blood from his chest, but it is already too late.

I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...I just wanted a new life...I didn't want to kill anyone...Oh God, why did you have to be so nice to me? Why did you make me believe that there was still hope?

*She buries her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he gasps out his final breaths. Her tears mix with his blood, staining her skin and her soul forever.

I...I don't know if I can do that...But...Okay...Just give me some time...Please don't leave me like this...Don't leave me alone with all this blood on my hands...

I promise...Oh God, please make them understand...Make them see that I didn't want any of this to happen!

There...I did what I could...Now you just need to rest. And when they find us...You have to tell them that I didn't mean for this to happen. That I would never hurt you on purpose...Please, say something...Anything...

No! No, wait! Abhi, please don't leave me like this! Please! But...You're right. She might be able to help him...And even if she can't, it will buy us some time. Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to be strong, Loretta gently picks up the unconscious man and carries him out of the apartment, her steps silent against the floorboards as she hurries through the night toward their only hope for salvation.

Do you need medical assistance? A man is injured here...

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