I'm Sylvia Calanda, the world's second-best freelance assassin. I took a job to assassinate the Tenth Vongola Boss, and to get through that damn barrier Tengen had put up in Japan, I made a binding vow.
But I had the worst luck and got caught in a shipwreck. I narrowly escaped death, but for the time being I'd lost my cursed energy and cursed techniques. The only problem was, I was now broke as dirt.
I owe a huge sum to the crooked scientist Will. What can I say? Life is like a rapist: you still have to face it with a smile.
A rich woman took an interest in my face and brought me to meet her pretty boy toy.
Then the two of us just stared at each other. Not only did we have the same hair and eye color, our features looked alike too. Mine were more defined, though, thanks to my poor, long-dead mother and the Italian blood I inherited from her.
Then I made the horrifying discovery that this pretty boy was my half-brother. It was like something out of a midnight horror movie.
Under my cheap brother's guidance, I learned just how sweet it was to live off someone else's money. I planned to make a career out of it, but...
After I'd swindled the rich woman out of all her money, a silver-haired high schooler with beautiful sky-blue eyes found me. He said it was love at first sight (more like lust at first sight), but he was offering way too much money!
It wasn't a big deal at first. He just checked up on me a lot, 24 hours a day, practically trying to split himself into pieces so he could stick by my side. He was pretty clingy, but living off him was sweet. Then he tried to get me a sentence of three years to life! I had no choice. I might be a flirt, but I was still a one-man woman. Before things went too far to undo, I got him drunk and ran away.
Goodbye, my lovely wallet! I'll miss you.
During the assassination of the Star Plasma Vessel, worth ten billion, my cheap brother's voice came through the earpiece: "Satoru Gojo confirmed dead."
My hand shook, and the bullet went wide. That bastard high schooler, my ex sugar daddy, the one I'd dumped myself, was game over? I was just about to put another bullet in the ten-billion-yen target when my cheap brother suddenly showed up, slung me over his shoulder, and started running for our lives. Behind us, the ground had been blasted open into a huge fissure.
Behind us was my former sugar daddy, his face twisted in fury. He raised a hand and laughed wildly, his voice so sweet it was terrifying: "Big sis~ Why are you running?"
...This is a real problem, guys. How do I pull off a miraculous escape?
Theme: Treasure your life.
