At first glance, this 17-year-old girl has no remarkable features except for her delicately pointed chin and graceful figure.
Only at night does she don her professional attire. Black hair, black clothes, black eyes; only her cheeks and silver P22 are as pale as the bright moon.
Is the stillness as she turns coldness, or helplessness?
Being an assassin is a heavy burden, with life and death always uncertain. Yet she moves like a streak of light in the dark, her figure fluttering like a butterfly, never looking back.
She should have been a girl gently untying the knots of her heart, letting flowers bloom and fade as she watched over the one she loved. Instead, she is the K Organization’s top assassin, burdened with great responsibility.
It’s not that she doesn’t long for family, friendship, or love. She’s afraid she won’t be able to bear the weight of them, so she can only run away.
Light and shadow intertwine, just like the contradictions, sorrow, and helplessness in her heart.
