Prelude

The boundary between life and death is at best shadowy and vague. Who's to say where one ends and the other begin?

An assassin, train to kill. It's all she knows. Cold to the bones, she was a void.

Life was used to be something of a routine for her. Living is just what it was, living. No expectation, no demands.

Two very different soul met at a very bland and calm evening. The end of a beginning? Or a beginning to the end? Who's to say? Who's to say?

A JenLisa Adaptation. All credit goes to original author.

Cover by awesome @BeynAnViL