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"How much are you willing to pay for my services?" I inquired of the man before me. His face bore the unmistakable marks of anger, a person who was thirsty for revenge. He had come to the right person – I had my own unique methods for tracking down werewolves, especially those who had gone rogue. As long as they were alive, they wouldn't be hard to find.
"Five hundred thousand dollars, that's all I have," he replied.
"One million dollars, that's the minimum fee I do accept. If you're not interested, you can leave. I'm quite busy," I informed him, maintaining an unblinking gaze.
"Fine, how long will it take to find that b***h?" he inquired, sliding a photograph of his target towards me. As I took the picture, I confirmed it was that of a young woman in her mid-twenties named Alm
