Each day was the same, wake up, kill, eat, drink, and fall asleep. It was the only life I ever knew. From what I know, my illogical parents sold me; to the highest bidder my boss, Lee, who was the cruelest but luxurious person I ever was exposed to. She taught me how to be a treacherous, cold-blooded assassin, but always dragged and kicked me down. During my time there, I had to work with a partner, fuck, I hated Damian with all my heart and soul, if I had the chance to get him alive, I would. His stupid smirk, flirting, and overall conduct continually got under my skin. But enough about him. One day, I had a failed mission to kill a high upper rank in the system, which caused problems for Lee. She was furious and cut my eye, leaving me with a scar, reminding me of that faithful day. Ever since that day, I developed a deep hatred for the whole organization, not just Lee, The Blood Titans.
One evening I couldn't take it anymore, living with this endless torment of Lee dragging me down. So, after I killed my target, took his belongings, then ran away…