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The Queen of Assassins

Amiel was orphaned when she was fifteen. Her parents were the owner of the then-known largest mafia group that arose after the world fell in the year 2030. Her parent's death was framed as an accident, but Amiel knew they were murdered. Yet, with no evidence to prove her claim, no one believed her—saved one man. He goes by the name of Seven. Seven raised Amiel and trained her on how to be the perfect assassin. Soon, Amiel gained the reputation of being the queen of assassins. No one knew who she really was except for one: Wizardo, her mysterious comrade. They were the unbeatable duo. But Amiel had never seen Wizardo's face—a mystery she wished to solve. He was always just the voice that guided her in her assignments. A voice who comforted her in times she didn’t realize she needed comfort. A voice she desperately wanted to meet. -- DISCLAIMER: photo cover is not mine. Kudos to the artist

shrEk2o3 · Urban
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168 Chs

Pretty damsel

I ended up sharing the pizza slices with Ryan.

Over a glass of wine, we sat in the kitchen, skipping the introductions, and talked about Seven for a while before the silence came.

He looked nothing like Seven, but that was to be expected.

From what I remember, Seven said his nephew was adopted from a distant relative. I didn't ask for more details.

I gave him one of the pasta boxes.

Leaving it there would mean littering.

The other one would be my breakfast tomorrow.

"Sorry for interrupting your moment," Ryan spoke, breaking the silence at last. He sat across from me on the island with a genuine look.

I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just missing my loved ones, that's all."

"I understand," Ryan refilled his empty wine glass. I declined his offer to fill mine.

I needed to get home sober. I can't risk getting drunk or at least tipsy. Embarrassing things tend to follow when that happens.