One night stand?

"Dang-git, I drank a lot yesterday." Mira woke up holding her head, only to realize that she was in an unfamiliar room. The things that happened last night suddenly rushed into her mind. "Ooh, this hangover is about to kill me." At that moment, she was not able to think much about yesterday's event. Her head was aching so much that she wished she could just cut off her head from her body to lighten the pain. Well, that's impossible.

Wait, her hand touched something, something like a muscle of a man? She fully opened her half-closed eyes. What she saw next made her run out of the room as fast as she could. She was naked, so she had to grab her clothes that were lying on the floor. Some familiar yet unfamiliar clothes of the man were scattered on the floor as well. She managed to silently dress herself and run out of the room without waking the wild man who was sleeping next to her.

Only when she reached her room and closed the door did she manage to relax a little. She quickly grabbed the hangover medicine from the medicine box and gobbled it with spring water. She glanced at the table clock and then remembered that she only had an hour left before the appointment time. She had to pick up her parents, who were coming from the countryside, at the station. And before that, she had to tidy herself and her room, which was in a total mess.

Her head was still aching. But just like always, she reminded herself not to drink too much next time and started to manage her room. By the time she cursorily tidied her room, half an hour had already passed. She went inside the bathroom to take a quick shower, put on some tidy clothes, drank a cup of spring water, and ran out as fast as she could with her wet hair.

She was walking as fast as she could, but she knew she was going to be late. Her parents would have to wait for some time. Hopefully, she won't get scolded. "I will just make up some excuses if they ask me why I am late."

Mira is not her real name. It's the name of the girl in whose body she currently resides. You won't believe how shocked she was when she woke up in a thatched hut about a year ago. That unbelievable experience, she still remembers everything clearly like it was just yesterday.

She should have been in heaven right now. No, she should have been in hell. At the age of 27, she was sacrificed to complete a mission. That sacrifice, she believes, she totally deserved. After all, before she could even remember, she was already trained to assassinate people, and she had killed more than she could remember.

She was an orphan, so she should have been grateful that someone was even willing to bring her up and teach her some assassination skills. But at some point, she was not content. She felt like something was missing, but she did not know what.

Every day, she was living a life with the only goal of completing the assigned missions. She was not alone. There were lots of orphans like her. Though their number greatly decreased day by day, no one inquired about their whereabouts. The first lesson they learned was to not ask any questions and do their work without being curious about other things.

Mira had to carry out those missions in human society along with other trained individuals. Even though the secret organization had tried to make her a perfect killing machine without emotions & ambitions, at some point observing the people during her missions made her realize that people could also live a normal life without any murders. By the time she realized this common thing, it was too late for her to turn back and live a normal life.

She knew that, but she was helpless and could only continue living her life as she had before. At least she had enough food to fill her stomach this way. She was not pitiful. At least she thought so. She had to try to be complacent. She had no one to help her, even if she wanted to escape. To be more precise, she never even thought of escaping from there. She had nowhere to go. The thought of escaping didn't even cross her mind at that time.

Every mission she was part of was very dangerous. She did not know if she was doing a good thing by killing those people. She did not even realize that she could think about things other than those missions.

That last particular mission she was part of in her previous life. That would have been completed even without her having to die, but she was given the mission to die and without even thinking much about it, she jumped in front of the bullets.~