Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 9. 2024.
"How was your first day of school, Alessia?" Alessia? She frowns with her phone to her ear. Noticing her silence, Petro adds, "Alessia is your name now. I'm just trying to help you get used to it."
"My day was odd." She tells him after a pregnant pause. "Rich people aren't my crowd."
He chuckles, knowing what she means. "Not all of them are like how you think."
At that, she perks up, excited to tell Petro about her attempt in making friends. "I know that. I met a Sophomore today. He was shy, but friendly and I sat with his friends, although nothing interesting happened there..." She trails, recalling what really happened, then she lights up again," ...I hope I can make friends soon."
The man goes quiet on the other line, listening to her passion at the mention of 'friends' three times. She wants to make friends that badly? God, he knew school was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have killed everyone. However, that Phillip kid had to go. Another assassin would be suitable to be her friend, but one of those kids at school? No.
When Phillipeño died, she became a mess. If she's to befriend a potential victim of a death-call... He sighs ...he just doesn't want to see that look on her face again.
"Petro, are you there?"
"Alessia," he begins in his usual flat tone for whenever he needs her to listen carefully, "I don't think having friends will do you any good. Suppose the Phantom gets a call and it's to kill your friend?"
She stutters, feeling a bit pressured by the question, "I-I'd decline it. The call can be declined."
"Then, the caller will find someone else to do it. Remember you're not the only assassin that exists."
He's right. He always has a point that makes a lot of sense. Having a friend would be a foolish move, though she's only looking for someone, other than Petro, who she can confide in. Not someone that'll later bring to her a flurry of unwanted negative emotions.
"Do you understand me, Alessia?" He asks after hearing her line quieten.
She breathes, "Yes."
"Good, now get ready. You have a request that's on it's way to you by email. Call me when the job is done."
"Yes."
He hangs up.
Alessia... you'd think he be conflicted, but by the way she was grown, the sensible thing to do is to put her needs before her wants and, to her, she doesn't need friends. She has already thrown away that want and is back on track; go to school, learn, get home afterwards, do assignments, then get enough rest to pull an all-nighter for request that spam her email during the day. Simple A, B, C's.
Simple 1, 2, 3's.
She gets up from around the black glass of her coffee table and jogs up the stairs to he bedroom, where her leather suit lies peacefully on her bed. Staring at the outfit that's specially designed for her, she thinks to herself, 'This seems like it will be her life forever,' in a moment of self pity for not being normal enough to have friends.
Question; will it?