Weapon Selection

It was late at night in the City of Light.

Iris had just hummed her daughter to sleep before settling into her chair in front of her drawer. Her life had stabilized, and she had moved from one place to another with her life on the line to properly settle down.

A carefully done artwork of an adult man and woman with a boy and girl who appeared to be their children was on the table.

It was the painting she and her husband had received when her husband was appointed City Head. It was a beautiful and serene family.

But everything was destroyed; her husband was murdered, and her son was lost. She only had her kid now, and she wasn't about to give up on life.

Iris then checked the small piece of paper, which had a crimson mark on one of its corners.

"Take this; I have kept my end of the bargain." Iris remembered what her master said to her the night before.