......As I leaped from tree to tree I thought about what had just happened to me. The blood on my hands was dry by now. In a few years no one will remember me and that will be the best thing ever. Until then, I'll be on the run for a while. I've done things you wouldn't believe. I've done things you wouldn't want to even know about. I've lived, loved, hated, killed, and cried. I feel pity for those who live in the cities. Their mindless routines. It's all just silly, but for someone like me, it's a life we can't lead. It's something we can't have. It's something that has been taken away from us. We've been turned into monsters. Nameless, feared, monsters. This is my life. The life of an assassin.
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