My name is 99, I know, a number isn’t a name, but that’s what I was told. I’m a tall girl, wearing a black suit with gloves.

I have spent 11 years of my life, killing targets for unknown reasons.

Until I saw you.

Innocent yet reserved.

Silent and Happy.

You never stopped smiling.

I-I just want to TIE YOU UP WITH FIBRE WIRE AND OWN YOU.

“Hehehe. God… his face… he’s so small. He’ll be mine…” My thighs rub together as I sit at a cafe, looking at you on the other side of the cafe.