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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

Watching Amiel enjoying every minute of us being together made me want to take her somewhere else other than the grocery. Maybe we could run away and leave everything behind.

But then, Amiel wouldn't want that. The look on her face last night told me she wouldn't give up on taking vengeance. And I didn't want to be the person who will stand in her way.

We had Seven's black card, hence buying anything and everything we wanted was part of the unspoken deal.

Amiel looked at cart and happily skipped on our way to the car. Once the groceries were settled, she and I sat inside the car.

I savored the quiet and turned to face her. She did the same.

"I want to have more grocery dates with you." I uttered. A small smile appeared on her lips in response to what I have said.

"Somewhere in the future, you will hate doing it with me."

Amiel chuckled, shaking her head.

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