Queta's Identity

She leaned against the stone wall, and her back hurt a little from the rough gravel top. A cold wind roared in between the cliffs, making her shudder. The wild run she did made her sweat, but now she stopped, and when the wind blew, she felt a chill in her heart.

After adjusting her breath and resting for a while, she decided to find her way down the mountain. It was never her style to sit still.

Going around in circles, there was a stone forest, but in front of it was the end of this cliff. It seemed this way was a dead end.

Carra turned around, and in front of her was a long sharp claws with crooked edges, just above her heart.

The owner of the clawed hand, dressed in black with a black veil covering his face, was an assassin of the Shadowless Gate.

It was just that the killer's figure was as petite as hers, and under the slim black garment, she was feminine. The assassin was definitely a woman.