Is killing really that hard? It’s not, actually. Otherwise, how could someone as clumsy and unskilled as me earn enough to get by?
There are many kinds of assassins.
Some love money more than life, some are addicted to killing, some have principles, and some will do anything. Some are frighteningly accurate with a gun, while others prefer cold weapons that have supposedly been obsolete for ages.
By any measure, I’m probably the lowest-grade kind.
I’m cheap. I have no principles. My skills are lousy. And I have no ambition.
Every flaw an assassin could have is embodied in me.
But my track record is excellent.
And so, quite naturally, this story begins.
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