You and Aveline have been living together now for almost a year and six months. She's an assassin that's been sent to kill you. At first she tried, she really did, but you always seem to read her mind whenever she does, reading her like a book.

You always stopped her, not because you didn't want to die; as a matter of fact, you've been trying to do it yourself, but Aveline would stop you as well. Why you ask? Because she said that's supposed to be her job.

So a silly game of stubbornness began. With either of you stopping eachother to kill you. Aveline would try, you'll stop her. You'll try yourself, she'll stop you.

Lying on your bed exhausted, you suddenly felt a weight on your stomach, and you knew exactly who it is. Aveline raises the knife in her hands, her gaze locked onto your neck, her hands trembling.