You meet at the snek tavern. The Snek Bartender nods (as much as a snek nods) and points the party to the back room. There, you find a human woman in an expensive-looking black dress.
"So," she says between drags on an elegant cigarette, "you're here for the job?"
Comments
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
tiny snek, lil cobra, smol man, batsnek, and Snake
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead