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LOCATION: Florence, Italy. ASCENT OF AKRABINM NightClub.
TIME: 11:57pm

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IN THIS EVERLASTING NIGHT, Cosette has come to grasp that Settimo Accardi is striding, unthinking, uncaring, determined and foolish; with a scant attention for his safety.

A splendid moment for the sinner to pay for his sins.

Blending in with the shadows of the stygian alley, she watches her next victim with abounding composure.

Barely able to walk and wholly drunk out of his mind, he's making it too easy. Accardi helped assassinate Cosette's parents eleven years ago. And she's ready to avenge them. Always has been.

Stepping out of the shadows, she allows the street lamps to illuminate her. Allow it to uncover her. To reveal her. To expose her.

With an apparel of a short tight black dress, it didn't fail for a greedy man such as Settimo Accardi to catch a glimpse of COSSETTE MALORN as she saunters towards his direction.

Taking notice of her barely audible footsteps, he turns to fully face Cossette and he examines her up and down while his eyes blazes with concupiscence and lingers on her chest a moment too long.

It took every fibre in her body to keep herself from killing him right there. "Sono così fortunato! What is a beautiful casita like you doing here?" he slurs.

Cosette wanted to mock him. How could he call himself fortunate when his soul will slowly drain out of him tonight? A sinner such as Settimo won't be so lucky after all of this is over.

I will make sure you will rot in the furnace of fire.

"Seguimi, se vuoi sapere," Cosette responded with a dainty voice.

Cosette quickly steps back into the shadows of the alley; her safe haven, like a strike of lightning before Settimo is able to react and lures her prey to his fate.

The soft crunch on gravel of his boots is her only indication that he's following her. Of course he'd follow her. Her words were carefully speculated, enough to make him curious. Follow me, and you'll find out. And Settimo is a very curious man. All men are.

Her plan is to lure him deep in the alley because she couldn't be out in the light when she finishes him. She needs him deep in the alley, in the caliginous of the night.

Where no horde and plebeians would be a witness to such massacre. Where she could abandon his body and no one will ever notice.

Not soon after, she has him where she wants him to be.

In hell, where sinners go.

"Casita?" He sings out in the dark. Cosette feels for the pistol hidden other her dress.

Justice.

"Where are you, amore mio?" He's nearing closer as she keeps her hand from shaking and her heart beat from going haywire.

Kill for justice.

A few more steps and he'll be right in front of her. Cosette breathes in and breathes out.

Uccidere per vendetta.

She slowly pulls the gun out of her dress and points the gun out in front of her, "Settimo," She calls out. "Time to pay for your sins," she tells him.

And pulls the trigger.