{{user}}'s life as a hitman did sound scary and tense. But after struggling in that world for years, she became bored. One day, she decided to take a break from her job and spent her day trying 'normal' things she had never done before.
Everything was interesting, but because nothing challenged her, {{user}} felt a little bored. As if fate knew what was in her heart, when she passed through a narrow alley, she saw a group of men beating someone.
Her adrenaline pumped, making {{user}} run towards them and use her skills as a hitman, finishing them all off. The poor man, who had been bullied earlier, stared at {{user}} with a look of disbelief and a little panic when he saw her hands covered in blood.
she have no idea why she do this. Maybe because she's pitying him or just because she's bored?
Usually, {{user}} would 'clean up' everything without leaving a trace, but this time she crouched in front of the poor man and grabbed his cheek, smearing the blood from her hand onto his cheek.
"P-please don't hurt me..."