𝐺𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

Have you ever wondered what Evil truly looked like? They never look the same.
          Appearing in what form you perceive them as.
          From a man to a woman.
          
          Their dashing smirk pulling at their lips they watched you intently, before putting a cigar in between their teeth, taking a few deep puffs, and let the blood red smoke pour from their nose, curling around their form. 
          
          "Hello Dearie, something caught your eye?" 

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@-NocturnalFathers- 
          
          She crossed her arms over her chest, sighing. “Was it is that you want in return?”

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          She tensed up, her eyes widening as she shoved him back, her eyes narrowing. “Not that. What else do you want?”

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          She hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek. “For some reason, someone wants me dead. Whoever they are have sent people to find me and kill me. I need help finding them first.”

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          She felt her jaw clench. “Will you help me or not?” 

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          “Because you’re probably the only person who can get the job done.” She responded, trying not to feel intimidated. 

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          Giselle grimaced a little. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need your help.”

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@-BoneCuttxngs- 
          
          She flinched, retracting her hand from the patient immediately, stepping back, shocked at the sudden violence. “Well I wouldn’t have barged in had you not decided to attract the entire facility with the noise.”
          Her voice was soft now as she stared at the bloody body, biting the inside of her cheek. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here anyway. I’ll leave you to your work. Sorry to have /interrupted/ your torture.”