Triple payment for a young woman? Either this target was extremely dangerous, or someone wanted to make absolutely sure she died.
Either way, the pay was too good to pass up.
She tucked the contract away and vanished into the crowd.
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A third hitman—a wolf beastman with scarred hands—found his copy at dusk.
He read it under the fading light, his eyes narrowing.
Three days. Triple pay. Maximum brutality.
He grinned, showing sharp teeth.
"Finally, something interesting."
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The fourth—a hawk beastman—discovered the contract at the dead drop just after sunset.
His keen eyes scanned every word, every detail of the sketch.
He knew this location. The western district hotel. Easy to find.
Three days.
He had time to prepare.
He folded the contract and took flight, disappearing into the darkening sky.
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The fifth hitman arrived last, just as night fell completely.
