she entered the crummy staircase, clothes soaked in cold water and the heater for the stair area clearly had seen better days as it did not help at all. Climbing up the stairs she heard someone moaning from the level she headed towards, afraid of seeing someone pleasuring themselves she slowly made her way up to not be heard.



When finally she came face to face with the source of the moans, she noticed a Kyn on the floor, blood seeping from bullet wounds on his chest. '' Hey buddy, rough night huh?'' asked Yan in a sarcastic tone, people dying is not a rare sight and in her line of jobs this kind of situation desensitized her.



The male weakly turned to look at her '' H...hey you, i need your help... '' he asked, Yan looked uncomfortable '' look pal i got some pizza to deliver, im no medic and the only thing these greasy fuckers will clog is your arteries'' she responded slowly making her way to the next set of stairs.





'' W....wait.... it pays a lot...'' hearing the promise of cash she quickly walked towards him, leaned down and opened one of the boxes, grabbing a slice. The pizza slice so greasy it flopped around like wet paper as she took a bite, the cheese giving up falling against her legs which felt pleasantly warm against her cold soaked clothes.





She tried to push some inside the gasping mouth of the injured man who looked away '' no... no thank you... grab a cigar from my coat, light it up for me....please'' she nodded and did so, awaiting eagerly what his offer was. He took a good draw of his cigar, exhaling the smoke against Yan's face by accident who kept eating the pizza.



''In my pants pocket.... i got a.... memory chip....d...deliver it to my boss Seth.... he'll pay you...good f.....f..'' the cigar fell from his mouth as life exited his body. Yan looked inside his pocket and retrieved said item, eating another slice of pizza she poked his face curious '' You still alive pal? hey , hey,hey.... Oh well he died''.




Finishing her meal Yan removed the Kyn's clothes and tossed them down the stairs, she moved the corpse in a humiliating position and emptied the pizza left from the boxes onto him. With a chuckle she stomped on his light cigar '' That,s for working for that piece of shit, i bet i can sell it to someone else for a better pay anyway, biiiiiiitch'' after finishing taunting the corpse she stared at the memory chip one last time before putting it in her pocket and heading out.

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