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The singer, Jessica Rabbit looks up as I enter her room. "Mark?", she slurrs, her cheeks rosy. Even from here I can smell the booze on her breath, and I note the empty bottles strewn around the bed. "Afraid not", I answer, my hand filled with the sizable heft of a Ruger Super Redhawk. Her eyes fixate on the revolver, a dull look of confusion crossing her face. "Issat a gun?" she mumbles. I raise it, the muzzle about an inch away from her forehead.
My answer is delivered in the form of a .454 Casull semi-wadcutter drilling a neat hole through her skull, twisting through her grey matter, then blowing out the back in a shower of blood and brains. She shuts off immediately, her curvaceous body dropping limply to the shag carpet. Piss seeps into her dress and courses down her thigh, while blood soaks into the carpet, creating a slowly unfolding flower of crimson upon the white surface. I grab ahold of her glossy, flowing tresses and pull her head up. There is a slack expression of mild confusion on her face, and I flip open the burner phone and take a snapshot, for proof.

A wealthy businessman has hired you to murder a female college student who has been molesting his daughter. The target is Hoshino Miyako, its up to you to end her.