Prologue

At a young girl's birthday, the said girl was sitting at the rooftop of her house all alone, her face doesn't show sadness or happiness instead it shows boredom, yes! This girl is bored with life itself, no adventure is present in her life and the world is boring nothing interesting happening, you just wake up, eat, and sleep over and over again.

To escape reality she spends her free time reading novels and fanfictions, as i said free time because in her not so free time she has a secret job that lets at first it started as a fun adventure but as she got good at said secret job it was no longer an adventure, it became more for money to sustain her life.

Said young girl is twenty-six years old, she carries a cold aura around her along with a cold expression in her face this became her over the years because of her secret job, it requires to be cold so as to not feel guilt over what you do and also not to get attached to her targets whether they are young or old, she gets her job done.

You might have already guessed what her said job is, but you still don't really know this girl, she is one of those they send to get the hard ones and she secretly enjoy it when she injects fear into her target and kills them once they are about to faint, it gets her adrenaline pumping like a drug.

She stood up and slipped through the window of her room, she went to the kitchen and took out a can of beer and drank it and went to her living room where she opened a door in the ground, stairs going down but not too far down as you could lights were on to wherever they lead to.

A room where she stores her earnings, contacts and her weapons. She opened a small wooden case, carved uniquely as the wood itself is unique, this was a gift from her best friend, one she received a contract of getting rid of this said friend as he angered some powerful people.

Inside the small wooden case is a black specially carved pistol with its silencer placed beside it, she touched the carvings and took a breath in as held the gun and got it ready for use, took the silencer and put it on, she placed the gun on the table and went to wear a black jacket, black jeans, lace-up boots then came back for the gun.

This girl has pixie cut dark brown hair, her height is 5'8", she has light icy blue eyes, she is thin but strong and muscled as a by-product of her line of work. Perfect looks for someone with her job.

She left in a black harley-davidson, and arrived two hours later in front of a family house, she left her bike and took out her gun moving to the front door and knocked on the door.

From the outside, you could hear kids laughing and having fun with their dad and mom, the said father is about to meet his end unfortunately but our girl here kept a cold face the entire time even when the door opened as the father is the one who opened.

"A-" he was about to say something to who he found on his porch but our girl held a finger to shut him up and showed him her gun, his mouth parted and gulped he then stepped outside closing the door behind him.

Our girl was surprised but didn't show it on her face instead kept it clear of emotion, but what happened next replaced her emotion to that of hurt but still her face didn't show it, the man in front of her walked a few steps away from her and pulled his own gun with a silencer on.

"I'm guessing you received a contract for my execution?" the man asked as he put on a calm face.

The girl didn't speak instead nodded to confirm, the two people held their guns and aimed it at each other.

"I, as well, received your execution contract. Just wanna say it's been a pleasure working with you." At that they both nodded and pulled the trigger, our girl shot the man on the head putting him out immediately but the girl also got shot in her abdomen, she didn't die immediately as she fought hard to walk to her bike riding it back to her house.

Her house located in a rich valley, she arrived on the porch, just as she opened the door she collapsed letting out one last breath, died on her birthday in the hands of her best friends which she killed by the present her said friend gave her, what a way to go!