"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" [𝙾𝙽-𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶]

[short story] I see him every time I walk by the park at 4p.m. I want to ask why he always sit at the far back bench, away from everyone's eyes. I want to ask why he always has a sad look on his face.

A cold-hearted assassin with only a stiched-up family for company, a girl strives to fight while hiding away from the past. But how long can she keep up her disguise from reality as the world comes crashing down on her again- as the 2 mafia kingdoms go to war with each other- and her hidden past becomes the foreseeable future? WARNING: This story contains mature and violent content, like it says below. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- I don't want you to read something that will make you feel uncomfortable. Hope you enjoy!!! P.S.- If you're willing to read the summary until here, please give my story a chance...