𝑻he blind assassin, holds your hand tight and looks up at where she thinks you are with her gray eyes, she smiles, her jet-black hair moves from side to side as she walks.

you were her sight, providing it whenever necessary, even though she couldn't see everytime you held her hand, helped her, she showed some kind of appreciation, and the feeling was mutual.

"our target, where is she? do you have any Intel yet?" evelyn says.