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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

"That was suspiciously easy," I murmured, checking for any prints I may have left.

"Why?" Jace's voice crackled in the earpiece. "Did you want to do something with him?"

He didn't sound jealous or accusatory, but the way he said it infuriated me.

"First off, gross. Second, I have a reputation to keep," I scoffed, double and triple checking the area before leaving.

I was still suspicious of how easily that went. I expected a five-minute hand combat at least.

"Amiel is right. Keep your guard up. It seemed too easy." Seven affirmed. I heard shuffling in the background.

"Jace and I will be leaving the control room. Donn Montequero's disappearance would be greatly noticed. Amiel, change of clothes, and you too, Ryan."

"Copy," I replied, toying with the mask in my hand. Briskly walking in the silent hallway, I came to the place where the change of duffel bag for my change of clothes was waiting.

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