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Amiel was orphaned when she was fifteen. Her parents were the owner of the then-known largest mafia group that arose after the world fell in the year 2030.

Her parent's death was framed as an accident, but Amiel knew they were murdered. Yet, with no evidence to prove her claim, no one believed her—saved one man.

He goes by the name of Seven. Seven raised Amiel and trained her on how to be the perfect assassin.

Soon, Amiel gained the reputation of being the queen of assassins. 

No one knew who she really was except for one: Wizardo, her mysterious comrade. They were the unbeatable duo.

But Amiel had never seen Wizardo's face—a mystery she wished to solve. He was always just the voice that guided her in her assignments.

A voice who comforted her in times she didn’t realize she needed comfort. 

A voice she desperately wanted to meet.
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DISCLAIMER: photo cover is not mine. Kudos to the artist

The Queen of Assassins

Early the next day, I was awakened by the buzzing of the front doors, and even though I hated to get out of bed, I still threw the covers off me.

My head felt heavy, but I couldn't be lazy for today. I forced my feet to pad outside, running barefoot to get to the door.

"Oof!" I expressed not having the time to prepare myself for the sudden assault.

Mimi squealed, releasing me from her excited hold.

"Um, hello to you too," I greeted. "What's up, Mimi? You're pretty hyped today. Did something good happen?"

"It's my mother's birthday today! She said we should invite you over for lunch. She'd prepare a meal."

I smiled, my stomach grumbling at the mere mention of the invitation to eat.

"Oh! Damn. I have no gift, though, but we could bring drinks. Would that be alright? Are there others coming to?"

Burning Desire