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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

"Who is this?" Seven eyed Ashiro. The latter bowed low.

I stepped forward and gestured at Ashiro.

"He's my car dealer, and apparently, news about my beef with Gomez is circling around."

Seven propped his elbows on the table, studying Ashiro briefly.

"Did Amiel tell you what it would cost if you betrayed us?"

Ashiro glanced at me. I raised my brows, letting him answer Seven's questions.

"Yes, she did. She warned me not to get involved. But I couldn't let this opportunity go."

Seven snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned his attention back to Ashiro.

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