The Lion's Den

Senara Cruz, that's my name or at least was, back when I was alive. I lived in 1849, traveling all over the world but called America my home. I was a trained assassin for the government, but I did live a normalish live, I guess.

You know those stories you read the Main Female Lead that gets betrayed by the one she loves the most. Yeah, that's exactly what happened.

My eldest sister wanted my boyfriend, so after seducing him, for whatever reason, she convinced him into killing me. Which he did by shoving me off a cliff to my death. I'm not even that angry about it, I just wish I didn't fall for him.

As I descended downward awaiting death by sharp blunt boulders, I remembered my life as I closed my eyes for the last time.

Sure, I may have not been the best person in the world, and sure, I'd killed quite a few people. But I don't think I was an absolutely dreadful person. I saved people from being trafficked, I'd taken down big town drug cartels. Hell, I'd even helped a few people off the streets and start anew. So, thinking about all this, I was honestly only a bit bummed about dying, but I accepted it all the same.

After that, I was surrounded by darkness. My soul just wondered around aimlessly.

[Well I guess I'm going to be here for awhile.]

That was the last thought I had as I began wandered through the darkness.