Dion

in a world where cruelty rules, there is no mercy for anyone and I was no exception. since my childhood, I was raised as a killer. I was not born into an ordinary family, I was... how can I put it in plain language... a creature with certain abilities, such as I was called a mimic or shapeshifter, I can take the form of everything I have ever seen. now I have made a successful career working as a mercenary assassin, my orders are mainly some big shots in the world of crime. I have no bosses, I am my own boss.

I recently received a new order. A photo was attached to it. A girl, at first glance a completely harmless creature, but opinions are deceptive. I tracked her down and every night I made my way to her house, to her room, and every night I couldn’t finish her off, something didn’t allow me to do it, my conscience? No, I must have gotten rid of this feeling a long time ago, as well as pity, so what is this..... I thought, standing over her sleeping body, raising the knife above her sternum, did I really lose my grip.....

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