MY FLUFF ASSASSIN STORY THAT I JUST HAD TO WRITE. TO GET THAT FLUFF OUT OF MY HEAD. He is an assassin initiate. A regular juvenile killer with shockingly black hair and silver eyes. He has no permanent name, no family, no life expert for the Guild. They even call their target for assassination "the Prey" to better distance themselves emotionally from it. He is in the final year of training, which consists of competing Orders. Quickly, efficiently, flawlessly. Without emotion. He is quite skilled at all of this, but what happens when he receives the one Order that turns out to lead to a catastrophe?Todos los derechos reservados
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