This is a 17-year-old girl. At first glance, there is nothing special about her except for her pointed chin and slim figure.
Only at night, he wears professional attire. Black hair, black clothes, black eyes, only her cheeks and silver P22 are as pale as the bright moon.
The silence when he turned around was indifference or helplessness?
Being a killer is always a heavy job, with life and death uncertain. But she is like a stream of light in the dark night, with a figure as graceful as a butterfly, and has no intention of looking back.
She was supposed to be a girl who easily untied the lilac knot, letting the flowers bloom and fall, locking the one she loved with only her eyes. But she is the number one killer of the K organization, and she bears a heavy responsibility.
It's not that I don't long for family, friendship, and love, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to afford it. So, we can only escape.
The interlacing of light and shadow is just like her heart, filled with contradictions, sadness, and helplessness.