An assassin's job was to take out a target in accordance with the contract they formed with their employer. Poison, staging an accident, or even just murder, these heinous acts did little to sway the heart of an assassin. Death followed them like smoke in the wake of a fire. They were hunters of the night, committing such crimes without leaving a single witness. Targets ranged from kings to commoners, the elderly to children. And sometimes, even other assassins.
My breathing slowed as I leapt from tree to tree. Despite the cold winter air, my lungs didn’t burn. After years of training, it appeared that they had finally adjusted to this level of activity in such cold temperatures. Good. There was no time for such trivial problems to deter me from my goal. Not when I had worked so hard t
