A life of thrill, excitement, killing, missions and going undercover is the life of mine. I don't care what other might think of me. Just let me do what I do best: assassinating. The world is at peace now. However, another organization of rogues, drug dealers, mafias, ect. is forming to strike down the peace. I was in the market one day. Then he came. My mate came. But I left him, ran away from him. I felt bad but I need to stay away from him to protect him. By the next morning, after I done my jogging, everybody was giving me weird looks. Just then, the wind blew so sudden then a flyer stick up on my face. I took it off and read. It says that the prince was searching for a blond boy with blue eyes and three whiskery marks on each cheeks. There's no other than me, of cour— Wait, what! He doesn't even know me. What should I do?