kcfgogbfalgfl
Auto-translated
The mercenary priestess had to wait for almost half a year for the right moment to kill this man and loot his fancy gadgets, and finally, the long-awaited revenge was at hand... But, unfortunately, since he wasn't wearing a coat or suit, there wasn't much to loot, so she had to abandon the idea, because killing is a sin when it doesn't bring material gain.
After taking a dozen deep breaths, almost getting dizzy, she smoothed her clothes and pinned-up hair with a trembling hand, shaking off a couple of spiders and pine needles. Raising her fist above the front door, she hesitated and sniffed her armpit in horror, but her fears were unfounded - nothing but the scent of perfume and meadow flowers emanated from it, as always.
Knock-knock-knock - her knuckles greeted the door.
What exactly was ready was still difficult to determine...
Added 41 seconds later
- K-Christopher? We knew him a little, just said hello... But why did he hang himself???
"Another reason to get drunk, but how much more can there be, I'll turn into an alcoholic..."