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Emily sized up the timid man who was also not much taller than her. He looked a lot less threatening up close, but she knew better than to judge a creep by his appearance alone, especially after seeing the hatred and strong need for vengeance in his brown eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak as he took a knife from a pocket in his hood, "You're that fucked-up murderer's woman."

Emily's lips twitched up a bit after she heard the man's incredibly unintimidating voice that lacked bass but kept a firm and blank expression on her face nonetheless, the last thing she wanted was to make him angrier than he already was and have him go erratic drawing the attention of persons in the bar before killing them both and possibly onlookers as well.

She rose a brow as she folded her arms, "And you are?"

The man angrily removed his hood revealing the face of a red-faced middle-aged man.