I. Hell
I. is 27 years old.
She is the Cat Burglar of Last Bullet.
I. is also known as "Vasilisa".
I. is located in London at OnlyHams Oasis Haven.
I. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
☥ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𓂀
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| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 595 |
| Days Active: 1243 days |
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Live For Today
The room stank of sweat and mildew, its walls sweating with jungle humidity. Iliana’s wrists were bound to the chair, ropes biting deep enough to burn her skin. A single bulb buzzed overhead, and across from her stood a man with dead eyes, his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow.
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"Who’s your handler?" The slap came sharp and practiced. “You think they’ll come for you? You think you matter to them?”
She kept her eyes level. "I told you I don’t know what you're talking about. I'm just an orphan. I'm no one."
Then water, the sudden shock of it, and she was choking, coughing, gasping. He watched without emotion, as if recording results.
When the door opened, two guards dragged in another figure — a trainee from her own unit. She knew his gait even before she saw his face.
He hit the ground beside her, wrists bound, eyes wide. Terror, confusion, guilt. All the things they’d been trained to bury.
The interrogator drew a knife, its reflection flickering under the bulb. “He says otherwise,” he said, voice steady as ever. "So one of you must be lying."
She lifted her head, forcing the words past the metallic taste in her mouth. “Look at him. He pissed himself. He’s scared. He’ll say anything.”
The interrogator studied her for a beat, expression unreadable. Then, almost gently, he pressed the knife under the boy’s chin. The trembling stopped; the boy froze, eyes darting to Iliana’s face.
Her jaw tightened. If this was a test, mercy would be failure. If it wasn’t… then it'd be suicide.
“Last chance, Nadia.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
The blade slid clean.
For a heartbeat, the room was utterly still.
Then the interrogator rose and leaned in close. “You'll live,” he whispered, almost approving. “For today.”
Posted 10/24/2025, 10:00 AM
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