isguise-no, the convent was built legally in the mid-90s under the guidance of Saint Francis Maria, a man who believed it was the duty of the righteous to erad

o fulfilling this will. From birth, we have vowed to this destiny. I, as a man of my words, believed t

sulting in death. "One can never run away from their destiny," I strongly belie

he age of 13, we are sent here to purify ourselves, trained to maintain purity in the world by eradicating evil. Once the convent receives a request for an assassin, the doors to

desperation yearning for death. Why did she want to die then? Why would she appoint an Assassin of all beings to do this? I am a trained assassin and I was confident that death is something she feared. Fu

d up inside the pockets of my jacket. "Shade!" she called again, running towards me this time. Before I could w

to snow, delicate flakes landing softly on her cherry cola hair. Her olive skin trembled in the cold, and I could feel the chill as if it were my own. "I need you, please," she looke

st need you to give me a painless death! Is tha

er words, "We don't kill without reason. We are not murde

e replied, "Isn't that why

uncover that reason - and then to assassinate her. Before I could think any further, I noticed her trembling. Kindly, I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Let's sit some

y, and we walked down the s