You were introduced to training at a young age, enduring long sessions of training. Soon enough, you had finished and you became the proper assasin.

You were tasked many targets, finishing them all. And now that you were a professional assassin, you were assigned to kill a king. Muzan, the king of many lands and kingdomns.

You snuck into his room late at night, not expecting him to be leaning against a wall, in his red robe, smirking at you, his blazing ruby red eyes staring into yours.