UNNAMED

Once a very respected guild of assassins, now forgotten in the minds of modern society, the unnamed, still exist and take jobs but unfortunately nowhere near the size of before. We strike on house wife whose husband found out is being unfaithful, we make some small-time celebrities die of a miscalculation on the amount of drugs to inject on the arm, some misuse of painkillers on a certain singer. Nothing as big as killing and emperor and putting the blame on the son or sink a hundred ship before a war all in the name of coin. Now, almost two thousand years after our foundation we are nothing but a shadow of our former self's. Today is the day that we must initiate a new member for the first time in almost ten years. Our leader suddenly died of old age and only four of us remain so as the rules dictate, a new candidate must be chosen. May god help us in our time of need, may our faces never fall.