Prologue.
The world is in a constant state of change. Things end and then new things begin. This is the one and only truth that she believed in.
Whenever she heard people frown upon warfare, she thought them ignorant. No country to date has ever stayed the same, has ever held the same borders as it once had. Throughout history war has changed a small country into a bigger one - for you cannot fuse two countries through democracy.
Society today has become soft with the idea of peace and respecting one's culture, for extinction was certainly not aloud.
To her, it sounded like a bad joke.
Only humans could become weak like that and she refused to be a part of it.
Leaving behind her country for she felt not at home in such a peaceful place, she roamed the ever changing world, which was to her the only way to live. And she found comfort in the ever changing city, Roanapur.
After years of traveling from country to country, making a name for herself as a hired gun or assassin, she had enough violence for a while and gathered enough money to live comfortably in the city of crooks.
Though some people had approached her often offering her a job, she had refused enough times for them to leave her be and for a long time, this had been the case.
Now her name was only mentioned in whispers in past-tense and she believed that people had forgotten her.
Until, about four days ago, an anxious man had approached her with a bag full of money, asking the young dark-haired woman to help him escape Roanapur.
The man had apparently ticked off Hotel Moscow, the Russian Mafia, and was desperate to get out of the city as fast as possible.
She accepted.
She didn't do it for the money that was swung before her eyes, it was the challenge the Russian Mafia presented that made her blood boil with adrenaline – the need for the thrill had been itching at her skin for a while now, so it was more than a god's blessing that the man had remembered her and what she could do.
Knocking the man out cold, she lifted him with little effort over her broad shoulders and into her apartment. She then proceeded tying him up on her toilet, so he could at least relief himself of his basic needs while she did her job.
After also gagging the man, she left a note across from him for when he woke up, telling him someone would be picking him up in three days and that he would be transported out of the city.
Changing out of her colorful Sarong and into a skin tight black jumpsuit, she went out into the night to hunt down some Russians.