Arriving back at the estate, where I was warmly welcomed but also rudely placed into that of a mercenary contract, I let out a long groan as I stood with my partner in front of twin double wood doors. They were practically glaring at me as I took a step forward, pulling down the handle and pushing them in.
Inside the room, I was greeted by a woman with flawless velvet robes and long black hair so dark they almost sparkled with stars like a slice of space. She was lying back in her reclining chair, reading a book peacefully whilst I did all her work.
"Done," I muttered, not showing any proof of my work as I assumed she already was aware of his death the second it happened. She was terrifying like that, as with a telekinetic prowess so wide and strong, she could essentially see every nook and cranny of this city if needed.
