Wrong Turn
Added 2025-03-03 20:55:47 +0000 UTCThe hallway smelled like cheap wood polish and bad decisions. Ava sighed, twirling the blood-streaked baton in her hand as she stepped over the last guy who thought he could stop her. Five bodies, zero threats.
She barely broke a sweat.
"Tskβ¦ yβall didnβt even make it fun," she muttered, wiping a splatter of blood off her wrist.
The elevator dinged behind her. She glanced at the doors as they slid open. Some poor dude in a suit stepped out, froze, eyes wide, then immediately backed up and hit the close button.
Ava smirked. Smart guy.
She adjusted her top, flipped her hair back, and kept walkingβcalm, collected, and still looking damn good.
π₯ Jobβs done. Time for coffee. βπ
