nico de vera, one {cb/fin}

Dead eyes in a hollow room. Smeared lipstick, ruined mascara, broken fingernails, and a ripped dress. Tonight, didn't go as planned. Your objective was to eliminate the target, but when you followed her she led you into an alleyway where you were hit from behind. Your brother barely got you out. Being an assassin was hard enough, but that was horrific. Your blonde locks were all in disarray and tears puffed up your porcelain skin. Father was going to be mad. He always got mad when a mission failed, ever since you started when you were 14. You were trained to pick-pocket first and then to kill at 12. Not the first job you thought you would be having, but it works. 

Killing doesn't affect you. You always had a stone-face attitude when it came to that. So when you heard the door to your house open and the angry steps of your father, you got ready for one of his tantrums. Please get me out of this place.