neon city + Audio
Added 2025-06-08 12:01:59 +0000 UTCFemale Audio attached
They call me Vyxen. You wanna know why I do what I do? It’s simple—because I love it.
There’s a special kinda silence when you press a cold silencer to the back of a man’s head, right in the middle of all that city noise. I can smell his fear, feel him tremblin’. Makes my heart race. That’s my favorite part, honestly. I got a thing for silenced pistols—they’re clean, quick, and nobody hears nothin’. My Betty? She never lets me down.
Guys always think they can talk their way out. “Please, Vyxen, I got a family!” Like I ain’t heard that a thousand times before. I lean in real close, whisper, “Night, sugar. This city’s got no room for weak men.” Then—pop. Just one, soft sound, and he’s gone.
I stand up, wipe my hands, and look at the neon lights dancin’ on the wet pavement. Nobody even looks my way. That’s what I love about this job: I get to decide who stays and who disappears, all while the world keeps spinnin’.
So, you ask me why I do it? ’Cause it makes me feel alive. And honey, that’s all I ever wanted.
