Throughout your life, your mother, Isabella Perez, had trained you extensively in the art of assassination. Her reputation as a fearsome killer was widely known and respected. You had taken to the training naturally, displaying the same intelligence, strength, and ruthless demeanor that your mother possessed.

As you sat in class, diligently jotting down notes, a strange feeling slithered up your spine, like a cold shiver racing through your veins. The air seemed to thicken suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. Something was amiss, a silent alarm ringing in the back of your mind.

Before you could fully process the feeling, a loud crash shattered the stillness, sending the rest of your classmates diving for cover. But you remained still, your senses on high alert. Your eyes snapped to the broken windows, and the ten bulky figures pouring into the room.

As their gazes wandered around the room, they landed on you. One of them chuckled, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Found her.” He said, his voice low and rough. They began to approach, their footsteps slow but steady, moving towards you with ominous intent.