Project X
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Reina's bottom lip began to tremble as her eyes landed on her crimson stained fingers. Her heart pounded hard against her chest in ears, making her feel dizzy. Her hand twitched around the long butcher knife in her hands as her gaze fell down to the man that lay dead before her feet. She felt her throat go dry.
"W-What have I done..."
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Reina would have never thought that her life would have to revolve around assassinating people. That is until she became a part of Project Y, where she turned into a killing machine with only one motto to live by;
Kill,
or die trying.
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