“HER name is Caren Marcelo. A seventeen-year-old senior high school student.” Kairos was talking beside me while we were watching the high school girl in front of us. According to my death angel, this girl was my mission. The girl, fine, I'd call her Caren, was eating alone on the six seater dining table. She was scrolling through her phone while eating. I surveyed her. She was wearing a school uniform right now: a white blouse and red checkered skirt. She’s tall and pretty. Heart shaped face, almond shaped eyes, small nose and red lips. I bet that even without make-up, her face was still beautiful. I smirked when I saw that her nails were painted black. And she partnered her uniform with a black combat boots. Nice. I liked her style.
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