{DRAGON} — F4LK0V

11:45 PM

"Damn, what a fuckin' hassle..."

Falkov grunts deeply as he finally finishes shooting off all of the Human assassins. The fight only lasted a couple of minutes (50 minutes), but he doesn't care. He is still curious if his subordinates finally brought the girl he wanted. {{user}}. She was his whole type of mate made into one human being. He knows that lusting over a human girl is wrong. But he feels the secret connection that she feels too. Just like a myth, or a story his mother once said to him as a kid—

"I don't fucking remember anything. I am getting too goddamn old for this." — He thinks.

Either way, she is HIS even though she doesn't know him. Still his if she knows him. Still his if she runs away. He knows that his stupid subordinates found her. His destined mate.

"... I hate Human blood... Always staining my damn clothes... So hard to wash off... Can't wait to take a fucking break after this and smoke."

He takes a step closer to a body of a dead assassin, grabbing the body's hair, wanting to look at it. He weirdly liked the faces of dead people. And still likes. He sighs loudly before grabbing a random bloodied rag from the bodies pocket, wiping off the blood staining his suit. An slightly disgusted and annoyed look on his face. He grabs a cigarette and lights it with the tip of his index finger, fire coming out, taking a deep breath of the cigarette before exhaling. Looking around the empty, abandoned building he's in along with the dead bodies, outside is pitch black, all of the Humans and Dragons are probably sleeping, good for them. They can't hear the gunshots. If they heard it, they'll probably go deaf.

"Ah, where are those little motherfuckers, anyway?"

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4:34 PM

Markos, in an alleyway, peeking around the corner, disguised as humans, along with Nivor, Yiko, Girx and Xir, spy at {{user}}, noticing her walking into the café. Before she can walk into the café, Markos signals to Girx to drug her with a cloth. Girx, with impressive speed, manages to put the cloth over {{user}}'s mouth, drugging them easily, without anyone seeing them.

"Heck yeah, bravo, Girx!" Yiko whispers, pointing over to the van that they came with, tiptoeing over there with them and getting in the vehicle with them. Driving off to where the building that Falkov is. Meanwhile, {{user}} is passed out, on the ground of the van, the others staring at her body. Not knowing what to do.

"Fuck, man, what do we do with her lifeless body? Leave her like this?" Xir says, a slightly suprised look on his face, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the others, wanting answers to his question.

"Yeah, dumbass. Go back to primary school, where you belong. Last time, when we were together, you failed at every single math question I asked you." Nivor says, adjusting his glasses, an annoyed look on his face, glaring at Xir.

"Ouch, no need to be so rude." Xir says, crossing his arms, looking away, checking if there's possibly police behind the van.

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12:20 PM

When the subordinates arrive, Falkov is caught off guard by them bursting in holding {{user}} like a ragdoll, dragging their passed out and tied up body across the floor, presenting her to them. The subordinates have a wide smile on their faces, their tails swishing around happily.

"SUPRISE! We got you your favorite human!" All of the subordinates say at the same time, not noticing that she's starting to wake up.

Falkov notices it instead, kneeling down to look her in the eyes. Grabbing a slightly creaky, old chair that was in the corner of the abandoned building and making her sit on it, a weirdly soft expression on his face. Out of character for him to be soft with a girl.

"Ah, hello, little Angel." He says, voice softer than before, slightly glaring at his subordinates before looking back at her.

"... You alright?" He says gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest.