"𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰."
the year was 1987, as two girls watched their newest recruit. but would he survive in a school full of training assassins. most definitely not without a scratch.
𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞�...
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ｔｈｅ ｒｅｃｒｕｉｔ
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❝𝓁𝓊𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝓍 𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶.❞
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ESTELLA WAS SENT WITH FOUR OTHER STUDENTS TO CAPTURE and notify a new recruit of his acceptance in king's dominion. saya kuroki and stella hill were the soon-to-be valedictorian and salutatorian in their year watched him. the duo stood perched on the roof of an aparment buliding, overlooking the day of the dead festival that their recruit had stumbled into.
"shit." stella whispered to herself when the blue jacket disappeared in the crowd.
"what happened?" saya commented, coming to stella's side, leaning over the edge of the roof.
not exactly hearing saya, stella lean closer to the raucous scene, searching for his dirty blue jacket. this boy stella desperately searched for burnt down his old boy's home. he was named, marcus lopez agruello.
stella spotted marcus. he admired maria salazar's deadly dance. stella kept her eyes tracked on him and released a breath that she unknowingly held. "i almost lost him," stella responded. "i'm gonna go down with willie, and make sure he doesn't mess this up."
