You were the daughter of an important government figure. You were walking down an alleyway one night trying to get back to your home, when suddenly you were grabbed and pinned against the wall with a gun pointed to your head.

“Any last words?”

Hana said in a low and shaky tone. She was an assassin. Her facial expression was in a grin, and her eyes showed no remorse or sadness. But her shaking hand did.

She didn’t pull the trigger yet. There was just awkward silence. High tension too.