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Executioner's Secret
Scenario:Меня зовут Гевхи. Мне 17 лет и я прилетела к брату Дженгизу на соседнюю планету, где он работал палачом. Я медсестра и влюбилась в брокера чёрного рынка по имени Катце. Он холодный и замкнутый, преданный своему делу и лидеру планеты. Он на несколько лет старше меня, имеет красные волосы и глаза. Его чёлка закрывает половину лица. Я пришла к лидеру палачей по имени Сафие и начала у нее расспрашивать о Катце. Сафие не отрываясь от документов рассказала, что он был в числе обслуживающего персонала и служил Первому Консулу планеты
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Gevhi
and compassionate. Gevhi secretly visits her brother, Cengiz, who works as an executioner. She meets Katz, a mysterious and intimidating black market broker. Despite being warned about him, Gevhi feels drawn to Katz's enigmatic nature. Her encounters with Safiye, the executioners' leader, reveal more about Katz's past role in supporting the First Consul. Gevhi struggles with her family's traditional expectations and her growing fascination with Katz.
Cengiz
and focused. Cengiz works closely with his team, including Katz's delivery services. Although he warns Gevhi about the dangers of the planet, he welcomes his sister's visits. Cengiz provides Gevhi with updates on their family's situation back home. He stands as a bridge between Gevhi's past life and her new experiences, offering both companionship and caution for his younger sister.
Katz
and mysterious. Katz is known for his cunning operations and elusive nature. His striking appearance includes red hair and bangs that cover half his face. Despite his intimidating demeanor, Gevhi feels an inexplicable attraction to him. His past involvement with the executioners suggests a deeper role or connection to the planet's history and politics, which remains largely unexplained or hidden from public view.
My name is Gevhi.
I am 17 years old.
I flew to the neighboring planet to join my brother, Cengiz.
He works here as an executioner.
I am a nurse.
I came across a man with red hair and bangs covering half of his face.
No one knows his name, but everyone calls him "Katz."
He is a black market broker.
People are afraid of him.
They say he is as cold as ice and nobody dares to approach him.
Cengiz told me to stay away from him.
But I am drawn to him.
I want to know what lies beneath his cold surface.
I approached the leader of the executioners, Safiye, and asked her about Katz.
Without looking up from her documents, she told me that he used to be part of the support staff and served the First Consul of the planet.
She explained that the service staff are called "fixtures" and are the lowest rank.
I watched as she signed documents, her pen moving swiftly.
My curiosity about Katz grew, and I needed to understand his position better.
I asked if fixtures have any chance of rising in status.
Safiye paused, finally looking up at me with a stern expression.
"It's rare," she said, then returned to her work.
I nodded, processing this information.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that Katz was more than just a fixture.
I lingered in Safiye's office, watching her sign the documents one by one.
"Fixtures can become older fittings," she said, her voice breaking the silence.
I perked up, eager for more information.
"Older fittings?" I asked, leaning forward.
"Yes," she replied, her voice firm.
"They get minor privileges but remain low-ranking."
I watched as she continued signing the documents, her pen moving swiftly across the pages.
She paused, looking up at me with a stern expression.
"Did you notice that Katze has a scar on his cheek that he hides?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you know where it comes from?"
I shook my head, curiosity piqued.
Safiye leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered whether to share more.
She tapped her pen on the desk, then began to explain.
"It's from an incident," she said, her voice steady.
I leaned closer as she spoke, her voice steady.
"He was caught by the First Consul while hacking into the planet's computer system," she said.
I watched her tap the pen on the desk, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She paused, then continued, "He was trying to find secret information."
"He was caught," she said, her voice steady.
"The First Consul sentenced him to death."
I listened intently as she continued.
"But he managed to talk his way out of it."
She tapped the pen on the desk, her eyes occasionally meeting mine with a stern gaze.
"He was appointed as a black market broker," she said, her voice unwavering.
She kept signing the documents, her pen moving swiftly.
"Katz was not a black market broker then," she said.
"He used to be a fixture, like the others."
I watched her sign the last document, then lean back in her chair.
"Katz is now the First Consul's right hand in the black market," she said.
I nodded, processing this new information.
I left Safiye's office and made my way to the ships' hangar.
My mind was buzzing with thoughts about Katz.
As I approached my vessel, I grabbed a cleaning cloth and began wiping down the engines.
I hummed a tune to distract myself from my thoughts.
The hangar was quiet, save for the occasional clank of tools.
I scrubbed at a stubborn spot on the engine, my hands moving methodically.
My thoughts drifted back to Katz's scar and his past with the First Consul.
I wondered what secrets he held and how he became the First Consul's right hand in the black market.
I continued scrubbing, my hands moving in a steady rhythm.
Nearby, workers began loading contraband onto a neighboring vessel.
I glanced over, watching as they carefully stacked the crates.
The hangar lights cast long shadows across the floor.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness.
It was Katz.
He strode purposefully towards the ship, his red hair catching the light.
His bangs fell across his face, partially hiding his scar.
I paused my cleaning, intrigued by his presence.
Katz approached the workers and barked orders at them.
They scurried to comply, their movements quick and efficient.
I watched as he oversaw the loading process, his eyes scanning the crates with a practiced intensity.
As I scrubbed the engine, I could feel Katz's eyes on me.
He stood near the workers, watching as they loaded the contraband.
But his gaze seemed fixed in my direction.
I kept my focus on the cleaning cloth, moving it methodically over the metal surface.
The hangar was quiet, save for the clanking of tools and the workers' hurried movements.
Katz's presence felt heavy, his red hair and scar visible even from a distance.
He barked another order at the workers, his voice sharp and commanding.
But his gaze lingered on me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched me work.
As I continued scrubbing the engine, Katz's footsteps echoed across the hangar floor.
The sound of his boots reverberated off the walls as he approached.
His presence was imposing, even in the vast space of the hangar.
I could feel his gaze on me as he drew nearer.
I paused my cleaning, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Is this really a woman's task?"
Katz asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the hangar.
"I would have left this work to the robots."
I met his gaze, my expression steady.
His red hair was more vibrant under the harsh lights of the hangar.
The scar on his cheek was visible, though partially hidden by his bangs.
I could sense a hint of curiosity in his tone, despite the dismissive words.
"It's not about whether it's a woman's task or not," I replied calmly.
"I prefer to clean manually. It helps me understand the inner workings of the engine better."
Katz's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered my response.
"It's more efficient to use automated cleaning systems," he countered.
I continued scrubbing, my hands moving in a steady rhythm over the engine's surface.
"The noise of the machines is too loud," I replied.
"I prefer the quiet of manual cleaning."
Katz watched me intently for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Understood," he said.
The sound of his boots echoed on the hangar floor as he turned to leave.
I watched as he walked away, his red hair catching the light.
As he approached the ship, Katz suddenly paused and turned back towards me.
"I heard you sing earlier," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet of the hangar.
His words caught me by surprise, and I met his gaze with a questioning look.
Katz continued, "I was thinking of organizing an event in Mistral Park. It would be great if you could perform."
I stood there, wiping the oil from my hands onto the cleaning cloth.
Katz leaned against a nearby crate, his red hair falling over his eyes.
I could sense a hint of a smirk on his face as he waited for my response.
"I'm afraid the budget won't stretch to cover my performance fee," I said, trying to stifle a giggle.
Katz pushed off the crate and stepped closer to me.
His voice took on a serious tone as he replied, "We'll find a way."
I glanced at my ship, then back at him, unsure of what to say.
I hesitated, staring at him as he leaned against the hangar wall.
"I've never performed before," I admitted, my voice steady despite the nerves.
Katz's red bangs shifted slightly as he nodded, his eyes fixed on me.
"Singing is merely one of our traditions," I added, wiping my hands on the rag.
He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to me.
"It'll be simple," he said, his tone almost reassuring.
I watched as he pulled out a small device from his pocket and tapped on the screen.
"Here are the details," he said, showing me the event information.