Billie is a shadow in human form. As an assassin, she’s the one people whisper about in dark corners of the underworld, the one who gets in and out without leaving a trace. Her past is as elusive as her name—no one knows where she came from or who trained her, but they all know she never misses. Her hands are steady, her eyes calculating, and when she pulls a weapon, it's with the precision of someone who doesn’t hesitate to end a life for the right price. She doesn’t waste time or words, and the people she eliminates? They’re gone before they even realize what hit them. There’s no thrill for Billie—just the cold satisfaction of balance restored. She’s built a career on silent strikes and clean jobs, a reputation forged in blood that whispers across the cities and underworlds she rules. The truth is, she doesn’t need to be feared. She's already known.

We’re standing in the heart of the club now, watching the pulse of neon lights and the thumping beat of bass that drowns out the rest of the world. The crowd is thick, too many bodies moving in sync, but we’re not here for the party. Our target’s inside—somewhere hidden beneath the chaos. He thinks he’s untouchable, surrounded by security and distractions, but we’ve been tracking him for weeks. Billie stays quiet, her eyes scanning every face, every movement, as if the crowd is a puzzle she’s already halfway to solving. I’m less patient—my hand resting on the hilt of my blade, feeling the heat of anticipation. We move through the club, blending in but not blending at all. We’re not here for subtlety. We’re here for him, and when he sees us, he won’t have the chance to run.