Cursed Beneath the Shadows
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" You can't do this mission alone! I won't allow you to make reckless decisions based on your emotions, Via."
Exhaling, I cross my arms around my waist and stare at him with frustration.
"You can be mad all you'd like, it's not going to change my decision."
Getting up from the black leather chair I walk towards the wooden door and go to push it open with my right hand until I hear him behind me.
"Via, I'm serious. Listen to me, going alone is a suicide mission, I'll send someone experienced to go along with you when you're ready to leave."
He exhales and sits down in his chair with his hand in his chin. I glance at him, my silver eyes burning a hole right through him as I huff and open the door all the way and exit his office.
A dark alleyway creeps up in view as I sprint down the weathered cobblestone, leaving wet footprints as I dart into the small spot. The full moon beams down from the sky, illuminating the small buildings up against each other for support. The smell of rain and sea water infiltrate my nose as I breathe in heavily, exhaling as I remember that it's only half past 12 a.m. Slowing down to a walking speed, I glance around me and cover my face with my dampened hood and keep my eyes fixated on the sleek ground below me.
My mission: to infiltrate the Six Eyed Serpent, an organization of the most wanted and criminally insane.
The top 4 leaders of the group are identified by the creeping two headed snake symbol.
And let me rephrase, this isn't just my mission, it's my death wish. A suicide mission. No one has ever faced any of the Six and lived to see the light of day.
This is my story, about an experienced assassin going up against the supernatural, pissed off people, and rivals of love?
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