YVETTE
The blood felt warm despite the gloves on my hands as it started pooling gradually on the wooden floors, a warmth I have long learnt to be at peace with. I took out my hatchet from the corpse's chest and headed for the window for a swift escape.
I stood holding the window frame, taking notice of the shadowy figure sitting on the branch of the leaning willow tree a few metres before me. "Dawnstar."
An Overseer. How disappointing...
"The target has been handled efficiently." I reported. He sighed. "That's just the thing. You... handled the wrong target..."
I held back a scoff. "Wrong target?"
"So the thing is... My vision has been wonky lately a-and I..." He mumbled incoherently
"What was that last part?"
He cleared his throat before repeating himself. "I gave you the wrong address."
Grudging silence reigned for a moment, and the urge to end the shitty person of an overseer before me washed over me in waves, my grip on my hatchet tightening.
"Who on Earth did I kill then?" I squeezed out.
"...um...Eudoria's next... saviour." He muttered. "The only hope...f-for our peace."
I glance back stoicly at the old lady on the floor.
"...Your nation is screwed then."