Author's Note: Last chapter that I had already written, hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! A closer look into Tatiana's life, written by my co-author. I'll get to work on the next chapter soon, let me know what you think!
I paced the hallway. She said I wasn't done yet, but I had done what she asked. I shot Yusei Fudo, he just wasn't dead yet, per se.
I felt bad that it was my bullet that found it's way into his side, but then again, the money Stella offered was good. And as my rumbling stomach showed, I needed it.
Jobs were quite rare in the city for an assassin. Stella was the highest profile job I've had for years. Back where I grew up, I was always on the job. Assassins were always needed, we even came from different clans with our own unique marks.
Mine was a raven on the back of my right shoulder, tattooed there as soon as I turned 18.
I unconsciously touched it, fondly remembering my days of training. Though guns made jobs easier, I was trained with knives, swords, poisons, and finally guns. Rival duel gangs hired us to eliminate rivals rather than duel them themselves.
My master taught me every deadly technique, every weapon, every way to kill a man. When we were forced to leave the only home we ever knew, I broke off of the guild and went solo.
I was taught to never feel anything for my targets, so why did this time feel so different? I mourned for Yusei, felt bad for him even. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me, I only shook out of my thoughts when a hand grabbed my right shoulder.
Author's Note: Who could it be? Stay tuned!