During the day, she was an out-and-out homebody, and she hardly went out except to throw guns; when night fell, she put on all black, pressed down the brim of her hat, put an inconspicuous knife into her pocket, and raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth... "It's finally twelve o'clock," she said to herself. The man, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up and found that he had been tied up and his mouth was sealed with tape. When he looked up, his eyes showed panic. "Are you awake?" The woman played with the knife and slowly walked towards the man.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
