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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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The Queen of Assassins

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

Jace decided to park the car on the nearest curb and buy a few things from the store. He made an excuse so I could be alone.

I don't know what the voice clip contained, but I appreciated the privacy he gave.

I held Mimi's phone dearly and haven't really made up my mind about it. But then, delaying the inevitable would only make me suffer longer.

Finally, having the courage to listen, I hit play.

The first thing I heard was some rustling. It sounded like she hurriedly hid before leaving me a message.

My chest tightened, imagining the scene so vividly, her fear reflecting on me, but instead of feeling scared, I was angry.

"Lady Amiel," Mimi's voice quivered, and tears sprang in my eyes again. "I'm scared. I'm so scared. But mom said it would be fine. I know it won't. If you find this, please…."

Mourning