"I knew your tattoo tells something more than just your preferred design." The woman said while they were inside her car, on the way to the hospital to check if she broke a bone because her side that was beaten by the photographer was hurting and she was limping because of a sprain while fighting the man.
The man had really got her good.
"You are not supposed to know, but since you already know, please do not spread it, if you do not want the agency to hunt you down." She replied, she looked at the clock on the side and it was already ten in the evening, a few hours before midnight and the time which was probably the photographer was waiting for to wait for his turn to snatch another life and future out of someone.
"We have to hurry so the agents would know what to do properly with my
