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00 prologue

Slice. Drop.

She pulled a small paper from her pocket, and scribbled a little check next to the victims name.

' Target #43: completed. '

She slinked away from the crime scene, hearing the police sirens approach in the distance. Another easy job done.

She cowered away and ran past an alleyway, entering quietly through the door of a small, secluded building. After walking through a small old hallway, the girl made it to the familiar room that she knew most.

A figure turned to her as she opened the door, "viva. Mission completed?"

"Yea." She heaved, taking the black hood of her jacket off of her head. Her crazy yellow hair perked up from her head, and viva shook her head a bit to ruffle it. "Woosh.. mission done."

"Good. I've got a new one for you." The man said, leaning forwards on the table that sat in the middle of the room.

"So soon?- but I just finished this one."

"A sudden request." He reached behind him and placed a folder on the counter, and he opened up the file. Like always: placed inside were a few articles, some planned events, and pictures. The photo at the front of the file caught her eye; there was a young, blue troll with greenish-yellow hair that wildly stuck up on his head. He had a freckled face. I recognize him.. but from where?

"Clay heartfallow, from the boyband 'Brozone'" Viva's father began, "you've been sent to assassinate him because he's the most likely to expose an anonymous organization."

"I've heard of brozone." She picked up a few articles that had titles like 'CUTEST BOYBAND ALIVE!' Or, 'WIN A DATE WITH SPRUCE: THE HEARTTHROB!'.

She set her eyes on some pictures, and studied them. Clay looked bubbly, and like he held a very energetic personality. She didn't see any photographs where he didn't have a smile on his face, or where he was not doing some sort of silly pose.

"Think you can do it?"

She looked up at her father, taking a moment to think. Well, there was information sitting out on the table, but she'd need more. She'd need strategic planning. She'd need to see him. To get closer with him.

So what?— she'd get as close as she needed to, before turning on him and stabbing him in the back.. literally. But really, how hard could it be to kill a celebrity?

"Yes." She took once last glance at the picture of her target. "Yes, I can."