" You daughter of...….a bitch...do this to me, you asshole.!!!" The voice muttered epithets between groans. As the voice spoke, the clanking sounds of heels grew closer and closer.

In a large well decorated office, there was a glass shelf filled with numerous awards.

A man around the age of fifty shouted as he looked at the dead bodies of his bodyguards riddled with bullet wounds. He was sitting on his butt, and shaking in fear, as he pointed at someone while retreating. The man had an average appearance which he retained, despite the fact that he was old. He wore a sparkling golden suit.

A middle-aged woman, and two girls around the age of Twenty-two, who looked like her huddled in a corner, looking at the advancing figure in fear. Their dresses were without sleeves or straps, and sat just above their bust. It was long , straight , and hugged their body from the top all the way to the middle of their thighs, where it flared out into a wide skirt. It was a golden mermaid dress. It brought out their hourglass figure. They had on Necklace, earrings, bangles, and a ring.They were all gold encrusted with blue crystals.They looked so beautiful in it.

The figure approaching them was none other than a female.

She had pencil-thin eyelashes . Her face was as smooth as porcelain, eyes as dark as ink. Her moon-shadow black waist length hair was tied with a black ribbon. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. She wore black fitting polyester, shiny suit, paired with black thigh high boots.

" Daughter of a bitch…Hmph. My mother was a virgin till my father married her. " Her voice was soft and delicate, making one's ears itch. She smiled at the old man backing away from her.

" Why are you running away from me ? Today is your fifty-seventh birthday, and I am here to deliver my gift. Ahh…your behavior is breaking my heart.." She placed her hand on her chest, and dramatically displayed a hurting expression. Her eyebrows trembled like she was about to cry.

Suddenly her lips widened, and she burst into a humorous laughter.

" Hahahahaha…Hahaha…Hehehe…. Hahaha…. Oh My! I am so good at acting, maybe I should have joined the entertainment circle. What do you think? Did I perform well?" She drawled her last sentence with an icy voice, making the old man tremble in fear.

The females huddled in the corner were not exempted. They felt scared.

" You….You….are really…their child?" The man stammered, as he asked her.

" You hired me to protect your daughters. I was hired to protect my parents' murderer's children. Don't you think that's enough proof that I am their child? Or do you need to take a sample of my hair for DNA? Sadly, that won't happen. " She removed something from her pocket, and chuckled.

" Oh….what do I have here?" She opened her hand to reveal a glinting metal.

" Ohhh…. It's a pocket knife." Hearing what she said the man pissed his pants immediately.

" Hehehe…. you are afraid of death. But you can murder someone without blinking an eye. Like it's as natural as eating. The entire military force is trying to find you and your family, but they don't even know that you are here , in your house. You should be honored." She bent down, until her eyes were on the same level as him. She twirled the knife in her hand, as she smiled at him.

There are three parts of the body that cause the most pain when hit; the gut, the genitals, and the knees.

A gut hit might kill the man instantly. A hit to the genitals might have him bleed to death before anyone gets here.

" I want you to die a painful death. So...the knees would do. " She hit his knees, and the man squealed like a pig. Blood gushed out immediately

The middle-aged woman , who was the man's wife fainted .Her daughters were beyond horrified as they watched their father struggling in his own pool of blood.

" I slit the femoral artery. You…. can't survive it. " She had struck him at his femoral artery, which pumps blood at a pretty impressive auscultatory pressure of one hundred and fifteen. She knew how painful and debilitating that could be.

Just outside the door of the office, a gun fired four times.

" Ohhh…They found us. That's quick, but what I need to do has been done. Maybe you might be saved, but I doubt that. It only takes fifteen minutes for you to die from blood loss. And…. this is the fourteenth minute." She beamed at him .

Around the door knob, wood splintered and chips flew into the office. The doorknob itself clancked loosely to one side, hanging at an odd angle, like the head of a man with a broken neck. A fist hit the door hard and it swung open to reveal the men armed with guns standing in silhouettes against the light outside the office. But the perpetrator was already gone.

" Dad.!!!!!!!" A young man shouted among the crowd of men , and dashed forward towards the old man , who just took his last breath.

" No…N..o….Who did this?!!! Find them.!!! " He roared at the men outside, who nodded and left.

His roar made clearance return to his sister's eyes, as they started to wail. He moved towards their side and consoled them.

" Who did this? You saw the person, didn't you?" He asked his sister, who was now sniffling.

" Yes…I did. It…I..t…It was a beautiful woman. And she said her name was Rose."

" Rose….Did you see her face ?" The man looked puzzled.

Who the hell was Rose?

" Yes..I did. " He sighed at his sister's reply.

At least they have a lead. Who can escape the surveillance of the President?

Just then a man in military getup walked in with some soldiers and nurses, who wheeled in a stretcher. They placed the middle-aged woman on a stretcher, and wheeled her out. The military man walked up to the young man.

" My sister was able to see the assassin, and her name is Rose. This is enough lead for you to find her."

The military man's eyes widened.

" Sir….Did you say …..Rose ? " His eyes were shaking.

" Have you gone deaf?!! " The young man replied, annoyed.

" Sir, She is…. not someone we can trifle with. " The man answered dejectedly.

" Why is that?! Who is she ?!!! "

" She…She is Rose. Grade one fighter. One hundred and eighty missions, One hundred and eighty on target. Expert in speechless interrogation. Level S in advanced combat. The best killer on earth. The most credible hitwoman. She traces the untraceable. And tracks and kills the unkillable. She kills criminals and corrupt people. But….she kills all of them with a gun , not a knife. Since your sister says she is Rose , then….it means your father did something really bad. " The military man explained In details.

Color drained out of the young man's face , as he stepped back.

" Wh…at…..?!!!...."