I stood on the rooftop, gazing out over the city below. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the towering buildings and bustling streets. But I didn't notice any of it. My mind was focused on one thing: my next target.
I had received the order just an hour ago, a simple message with a name and an address. That was all I needed. I had no questions, no doubts. I just acted.
I was a killer, a tool of the unknown person who had taken me in when I had no one else. They had raised me, trained me, and molded me into the perfect assassin. I had no family, no friends, no emotions. I was empty, a shell of a person.
My only purpose was to kill.
I thought back to the first time I had taken a life. I was just a child, no more than ten years old. I remembered the feeling of the knife in my hand, the sensation of the blade sinking into flesh. It was a rush, a thrill that I had never felt before.
After that, I was hooked. I killed again and again, each time feeling that same rush of power and control. I was a machine, a well-oiled weapon designed to take out targets with ease.
But as I stood on that rooftop, something felt off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was different. Maybe it was the way the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city. Maybe it means the way my life was a trash from the start... The way I see people they are superior to others species's, The way they act as like they are a god themselves, The way they choose as if that the correct path, To me people more than a garbage... If I given a chance to change the way my life I want to build a family that can put there trust to each other that they never betrayed each other that the family I want to build.