Act 1

3 months back,

At the speed of light , i swung my knife. I was a trained assassin that specialised in physical combinations. The knife struck the target right in the centre, as he lost his balance and fell over. Rumours about me flooded around as I sprinted back to my room, rumours about how I would be the next leader, the next stronger. I slammed my door shut as I forcefully opened up my cabinet, revealing bottles of prescriptions. Beads of perspiration dropped down as I chugged down the medication, before I started to choke violently. I slid down the wall as I curled into a ball on the floor, suffering from the pain in my chest. The room started spinning as my eye lids fell. I woke up with a jolt as I immediately sat up. My body trembled as I observed the numerous scratches around my room, with my knife in hand. I peered into the shattered mirror as I glanced at my reflection. My eye bags around my eyes darkened and I had cuts all over my neck. I looped my Long black coat around myself before trudging to a Long hallway lined with a red carpet.

??? : " You look more pathetic than usual."

Me: " shut up."

He walked closer to me as he rested his wrinkly hand onto my shoulder. I looked up towards his direction into his cold, brutal eyes. The old man was the organisation's leader, otherwise known as my father.

Father : " You'll stop suffering if u take over the throne."

I gritted my teeth in frustration as I slammed the table.

Me : " I'll never become like you, even if it comes down to my last breath."

I said fiercely and I snatched the bottle of prescriptions and placed it in my pockets before heading out of the dark room. As the door locked, father whispered into a spy to follow me around to observe my movements. I left the building as I looked from left to right, before blending into the movements of the crowd. I was fully aware of the spy's presence and decided to take a right turn to an abandoned alley way. I heard the quiet footsteps of the spy before , looping my hood over my head. This coat was a special gift given to my late mother, a coat that allowed me to turn invisible. I heard the exasperated pants of the spy, before he could react, I slit his throat with my knife gracefully. Blood burst out of his neck as the knife made contact with his throat. My gaze darkened as I saw him fall onto the ground. I waved the knife which caused the blood to splatter onto the floor. I heaved a loud sigh as I headed towards a forbidden forest, somewhere no one dared to approach. I took a sit on a plank of wood as I buried my face into my hands, stained with blood. To be honest, I couldn't keep up with my addiction as well as my blood filled life. While I was deep in thought, I heard a rustling within one of the bushes. I glanced to the direction only to find a silvery-haired girl emerge from the bush. Just then, our eyes met for the first time..