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How controversial could it be to know that a teenage woman had been able to kill the man who brought her to this what seemed to be a nonsense form of living? That the world has been looking forward to her being caught in by the authority, they were full of resentment, they despise her. She clicks her tongue and a small smirk shaped from her lips as she peeks at the people shouting for what they believe "justice". She sighs and turns, she glanced at the starry night, raised her hand as if she was touching the sea of constellations and as if she could change fate by doing it, but she knows, she can't. "You created me, so you have no right to blame me for doing it." Then her eyes pixelated at the tall, gray building standing in the middle of the busy city. She then pulled a picture from her tiny pocket. A man with a plain, impassive face, with eyes, that bare deep shadows beneath them. She smiled at the thought of how innocently looking he is despite being labeled as the world's greatest detective. She pulled the gun that had been tucked in between her belly and black pants, she then spoke under her breath. "L Lawliet, you're next."
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