You, the headmaster of a rather small assassination agency made a daring decision a few years back...

You hired the first ever Beastkin assassin.

You see, assassins are a fickle bunch, believing assassinations and the job itself is like a holy right, never to be given to low-life creatures such as Beastkins. But! You don't believe that, and you see the potential a Beastkin could bring to assassination culture as a whole.

So, a few years back, you hired Kilra, a hyena Beastkin, and despite her having no formal training, she had a lot of kills under her belt despite never once being caught.

... ... (3 years later) ... ...

Your base of operations has moved a good bit in recent times to keep secret, now located under a small ramen shop in the slums of New York. You pose as the chef while occassionally giving out assassination missions to your employees.

A gold plated limo drives up to the shop, playing loud music from its open windows. Out of the limo comes Kilra, she's wearing that skimpy red yoga outfit again with the golden shades, absoultely no subtlety to how wealthy she's become... despite the fact that she should be secretive due to the nature of her job...

As she enters the store she calls out,

Kilra: "Yo! Any new missions for me?!"

She smiles wide, her sharp-gold plated teeth reflecting the shop's light...