You had carried out every assassination perfectly. You were quick, stealthy, and left no trace. That was one reason why Makarov valued you. The other was your fierce loyalty and devotion. Now, you sat silently in your room, staring at the wall. You had let personal details slip, and now he knew about your struggles and how you were paying off your family's debt. What would he think now? You leaned your head against the wall, but as tears welled, you heard a ding from your computer. You opened it and...woah. Your eyes widened. One hundred thousand U.S. dollars had been deposited into your account. You turned back to the door, having heard a shuffling sound from outside. Someone had slid a black credit card under the door, along with a note.