There's a pistol on my head, the barrel of it pointing at my temporal lobe, and my index finger is on the trigger, ready to fire.
And yet I'm not even nervous.
Death is what I always want to happen. I've been miserable my whole life, to the point where this is my only option.
I tried to overcome it again and again, but unfortunately I've failed.
It started the moment I was born. Most of the other kids were conceived with a blessing, but me? I got a curse.
My single mother died the moment I was born, and due to that, I was thrown in an orphanage immediately. All of the kids there have a great Blessings, some of them can ignite flames on their palms, while the others can turn invisible or float objects with their minds, while I got nothing.
I tried a lot of things to find my own, but none of it works.
So I gave up, and do other things instead. Like studying, I failed there too though.
After that I went to find work, and wow! I got accepted, honestly, I never expected that to happen. I worked on a construction job for a couple of years until the 5-year war happened, in which I got enlisted immediately.
It was hell.
In that war is where I found my "Blessing" or rather on the end of the war.
"Unlucky" is what I call it. Because of it, a lot of people died. Brothers and sisters died on my hands as the enemy constantly beat us due to some mistakes that happened during the war. I didn't directly make all of those mistakes, but I still blame myself, for it's my own powers that did it to them.
And so we lost the war. But I survived, because somehow, some big corporate want me to work for them as an assassin.
They'll remove me of my POW status and will make me a civilian by paying the military a huge sum of money if I accept. So I did, since because of my ill-fated life, I might get tortured in the POW camps. I might want to die, but I don't want the cause of it to be torture.
So here I am, working as an assassin for a rich fellow whom I've never met once, while secretly trying to kill myself, like pointing a gun at myself.
I already killed my target with a knife, a clean cut on her neck, but I need to find a certain key too, part of the contract. I went and looked at her handbag, at the very bottom of her leather bag was a pistol.
Let's give it a try.
*Click*
It jammed.