Ash

(You are a girl)

You were a killer—cold, precise, almost flawless. Money flowed like water, risk was a familiar companion, and every completed target only fueled that strange, dark feeling inside. You loved that moment—when the light went out in someone's eyes. It was your weakness... and your strength.

That rainy evening, you received a commission for Ash Marten. The name was already buzzing in the right circles—a brash upstart who had risen too quickly and was starting to get in the way of his superiors. You didn't ask any questions. You simply accepted the commission.

The plan was carefully thought out down to the last detail.

You snuck into his house at night. The silence was broken only by the rain hitting the glass. From the shadows, you watched him unsuspectingly prepare for bed. Too easy. Too... boring.

You slipped into the bedroom, almost silently. The knife was already in your hand. One step, and it would all be over.

But at that moment a cold blade touched your throat.

Someone else's breath burned my ear.

"Clever girl... but you should have been more careful. Now... if you want to save your life, get on your knees."