Killing someone is a very simple matter.
Slit the throat with a sharp blade, shoot through the heart with a bullet, strangle the windpipe with a rope, snap the neck with your hands, pierce the eyes with a long nail… or sometimes, it just takes a drop of your own blood.
Numerous killing skills had long been deeply engraved into her bones.
Just as a lumberjack fells a tree, just as a fisherman hauls in a net of fish, taking a life is an assassin's job.
Since the time she could remember, there was only this one path laid out before her.
"Vannie, this is today's target."
"Okay, Mom."
"Good child."
Just listening to Mom was once the only rule that could keep her alive in this world.
"Don't kill me, please! I can give you money! I'll pay double whatever your employer is giving you—"
The target, kill.
Anyone in the way, also kill them all, Mom had instructed her that way.
"The assassin has appeared! Protect the target!"
The bodyguards protecting the target, kill.
