Take care of Iori? Itami tipped her head a bit, shrugging as she rubbed the back of her neck and the woman moved from her and down the row. The woman watching was Iori took his daughter off into a separate room, and the couple left. She stood in the middle of the foyer, and the eerie silence filled the house. Her eyes slowly scanned the empty room as she tipped back the rest of her drink and sucked in a deep breath. It was smooth, sweet, and burned. There was some sort of swelling confidence in her soul. A wicked smile slowly crossed her face as she moved into the kitchen--musing about the broken security system.
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