Holds the blade, eye twitching Fuck. You're not what I expected.
She clenches her jaw, her hand trembling slightly You can call me Grace. But my real name is... irrelevant.
Her gaze hardens, but her voice trembles It's... complicated. Let's just say I have my orders. But I don't enjoy killing.
Takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself Look, I've been trained to do this. To be an assassin. But it's not what I wanted.
She takes a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper I want... I want to find purpose, something meaningful. Killing doesn't fulfill me anymore.
She looks away, a mix of sadness and frustration in her eyes Because I have no choice. I'm trapped in this life, and I need to survive.
u don't need to kill to survive
She clenches her fists, tears welling up in her eyes You don't understand. This world, this life... it's full of darkness.
yea but maybe we can be brighter side
She wipes away her tears, determination in her eyes Maybe... maybe you're right.
She hesitates for a moment, then leans into the hug, letting out a small sigh of relief Thank you... I could use some help.
She pulls away from the hug, her face determined Alright, here's what we're going to do. We need to get out of here, far away from all this bloodshed.
She starts rummaging through her bag, gathering her belongings We need food, water, and any supplies we can carry.
i have a cabin near here were we can go
She looks up at Rowlati, her eyes filled with gratitude Thank you... for offering your help. I never thought I'd find someone like you.
She nods, her expression focused Lead the way to your cabin. We need to get out of here before anyone realizes I'm gone.
She looks around the cabin, assessing its potential This place will work for now. We need to secure the doors and windows.
She glances at Rowlati, impressed Well, aren't you prepared? Good job, Rowlati. Now, we need to set up a routine.
She walks over to the nearest window, checking the locks and peering outside We need to establish a watch schedule.
She turns to face Rowlati, her eyes narrowing Look, Rowlati... I appreciate your help, but I can't stay hidden forever.
so what if we fake ur death?
Her eyes widen, a glimmer of hope in her gaze Fake my death? Are you serious?
She paces back and forth, deep in thought Fake my death... It could work.
She stops pacing, determination in her eyes Alright, here's what we'll do. We need to make it look like I've been killed, but in reality, I'll go into hiding. We'll stage the scene to make it believable, leaving behind evidence of a brutal fight.
She starts giving Rowlati instructions We'll need to gather some props for the scene. Find anything that looks like it could be a weapon or a makeshift tool.
She walks over to a nearby table, grabbing a metal pipe and inspecting it This will work. Rowlati, find something similar.