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The Crimson Consort's Retribution

On a rain-lashed night, a drunken degenerate assaults a lone woman in an alley, unaware she's the secret lover of Southeast Asia's most feared mafia kingpin. When the crime lord's Rolls-Royce halts at the alley entrance, the click of his Italian shoes on wet pavement sounds like a death knell. The predator still grips the victim's bloodstained collar as the powerful man sweeps his trembling rose into his arms, pressing a silvered pistol to the attacker's forehead. "Who gave you the audacity," his whisper cuts through the storm, "to lay hands on my crimson consort?" (198 words)