GOTHAM CITY WAS QUITE THE MESSY PLACE. It was a big break from the cozy little town of Morioh, yes indeed. AND HOW MUCH HE FUCKING HATED IT! The smells were absolutely putrid, food and wine were disgustingly cheap, and not to mention the city’s rather large rat infestation. But he was only staying here temporarily, as he had been invited by his boss. It was short and simple: Big Associate meeting coming up with the biggest bank investor in Gotham. He was promised a hotel that would be paid for, goody bags, and a full bottle Domaine de la Romanee wine. He complied. If he were to decline that would only prove him as a poor worker, which he definitely was not. But he didn’t get on the same plane as his boss and co-workers and take the hotel happily, as a really good worker would do. Instead, he took his own private plane, bought a more expensive hotel for himself and accepted the goodies and wine. Maybe a little selfish, kind of cold, but it definitely leaned into the middle.
Kira Yoshikage wasn’t the best nor the worst worker, but he was a fine one. He worked as normally as anyone, but with much better handwriting. But there were some great perks about Gotham City. The salons and clothing stores in the more high-class part of town, the greatly-sized Sephora ( perfect for covering up decaying spots on the skin ), and not to mention, THE GIRLS. He didn’t buy them for his own personal use, more of a way to cope. IT’S IN MY NATURE TO KILL, YOU KNOW. He often took a lot of blonde ones, a little disgusted by their nails. Chipped polish and broken acrylics. He quickly took them out to an expensive nail salon, prepping their hands clean and pretty. And the more he got to know them, the more they unfurled their poppy personalities with their fruity little drinks, the more they begged him for him to touch them, HE HATED THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. And he killed them. Every last one of them. And amazingly, no one noticed! Gotham was much too bustling, unlike Morioh. People were busy, deaths happened often, IT WAS NO BIG NEWS. Just more missing girls in the papers. WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT?
Today, he was with another one. Her name was Paige. She sported platinum blonde hair cut into a sleek, clean bob. He just took her out for her haircut. Her nails were a shimmery red. It complimented her lipstick nicely. Another thing Kira often liked about Gotham was it’s twisting, dark alleys. It made a rather nice location to kill girls, CUT THEM APART, the usual gist. He took her into one of them tonight, as those were the usual spots for those kinds of things. But that’s not what happened at all. SLASHING, HACKING, MURDERING. It’s the usual. He uses a kitchen knife he brought back from Morioh with him to delicately slice off her hands. He bought a brand new ruby ring for her, something that would look delightful with her nail polish. But he hears something rustling behind him, the dainty footsteps of a woman. ANOTHER GIRL? Kira turns, kicking the dead body behind the dumpster as if it were some old rag doll. HE CLEARLY DIDN’T CARE. He puts the fresh hand into his coat pocket. Today he was wearing a lovely burgundy suit. Something that hid blood well. He planned to change immediately once he got to his car, he had an extra spare of clothes you see. But it had been clearly interrupted. He was completely unperturbed, formally composed above a high-necked collar. He even smiled a little bit.
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