𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

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"This doesn't make sense."

A huff sounded at the ignorant words, a sound akin to a pebble falling to the ground filling the room momentarily. The man, one unwelcome within this dark office, stilled; he hadn't heard anyone enter, and the steps of the individual had been entirely silent. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his blood went cold when the lights suddenly switched off only to blink back on before he could react. The man did not dare breathe.

"I expected an asinine man such as you would believe so," came the reply from behind—the voice of a woman. The voice possessed a distinctly aphrodisiac quality, capable of making even the toughest of men desperate to see the face of the woman who owned such a luring melody. That man was no exception.

He turned around, his action slow and deliberate—truthfully, he'd believed that whatever he would end up seeing would send him in a horror so profound it'd haunt him for the rest of his days. He had not imagined seeing cool red eyes amidst the face of dangerous beauty. He felt like he was staring at both a gem of undetermined value and a serpent ready to devour him whole. Rather, it was like looking at a hungry feline, a predator silently waiting to pounce on their prey. The man soon became unable to move, enthralled and paralyzed.

The woman scrunched her nose, thoroughly displeased with the presence of the other. The man who stood before her was nothing more than a commoner from the outer region, a man who wasn't worth her time.

She swiftly took a blade from her thigh pocket, twirling it around to get a solid grip on it. The man in front of her did not budge, eyes slowly trailing toward her hand before his pupils shrunk in fear. The woman easily approached, the only sign of her movement being a minor shift of wind. Her grip on her weapon increasingly grew as she examined her target minutely—she didn't scrutinize him longer than necessary, aiming the thin and dangerously sharp knife at the man's head; the blade passed through.

The woman was an assassin.