"Do not forget who you are, you are a Chris and you kill to survive."
"What are you doing? Afraid to kill him? You are a killer, not a stupid coward."
"The heir of the Chris family will be Ib Chris, she is the most skilled killer at her age."
"What are you waiting for? Just kill him already!"
I opened my eyes and sat up groggily, rain splattered heavily on the windows. I hugged my knees tightly against my chest and closed my eyes. Suddenly my cellphone rang, I picked it up.
"Ib Chris, we have got another case, the target is a middle aged man with dark brown hair and a pair of light blue eyes. His name Derrick Beckins," my twin brother, Ash said into the phone. Ash Chris, my working partner also another killer.
"And he's a threat?" I asked, annoyed to have to make my hands dirty in the early morning.
"Yes, so darling sis, will you please get ready. See you." With that, Ash hang up. I sighed and walked to the bathroom. After getting a warm shower and changing into black shirts and black pants, I grabbed the Silver Fan lying on the bedside table.
The Silver Fan is made up of sharp metal plates that can cut through bones with a simple slice, I always carries it around with me, especially when I am about to kill someone. Tying the Silver Fan to my belt loops, I walked out of the door.
My name is Ib Chris, a cold-blooded killer that will kill anyone who dares to stand in my path, including family members.