Ella and Anson kill for a living.
Literally.
They make their living by murdering anyone-who deserves to die-. They collect data and easily come close to the person, and then, when time is right, they go in to attack. Murdering the ones who deserve...
Majime| 真面目 | noun | an earnest, reliable person who can simply get things done without causing drama. Also known as being serious|
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William had his eye on me the whole time we sat at the table for breakfast. It gave me somewhat of an unsteady feeling.
He didn't talk to me at all during breakfast minus the few times he associated with Anson, but he mostly talked to Brandy and Leanne. I knew he had to of been pissed from our argument. Disagreement, whatever it is.
I ran my hand over the polished white plate, sticking it on the top of the stack of the same exact plates. The cabinet closed, and I went onto scrubbing the next plate, washing and drying it quickly.
"He didn't speak to you," Leanne said softly. She looked around to make sure none of the boys were around. Anson was in our room, Brandy was upstairs finishing the movie from last night, and William was obviously in that study of his.
My heart hammered,"we argued...before breakfast," I said softly, drying off the plate I had in my hands.
Leanne grabbed one of the cups. She filled it up with water and then shut off the sink,"but he ignored you, I noticed,"
"Well...I'll talk to him later, I'm sure Will doesn't want to deal with me right now,"
"I could talk to him."
"It's fine," I looked down at the plate, flipping it around. Silence filled the room.
"About last night...with uh...Anson, I heard you two arguing." Le spoke slowly and carefully. As if her voice trembled by the thought of saying the wrong thing,"was it about that one Attack?" She dumped a bit of the water, so she could wash the rim and handle.
"It was about an attack...yeah,"
"Your having them again?"
"I've been.." I trailed off,"for a few months,"
"What?" She almost dropped the cup she was holding into the sink. Leanne grabbed it, gripping on the rim, "seriously? I thought you were fine,"
