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The large black door stared back at me. A small window showed girls. Beautiful girls dancing, they were in pink and white tutus and had a bun on top of their heads. Ballet. I applied my shaky hand to the gold door knob and twisted it ever so slightly. I opened the door and the music stopped and screams were replaced. There were no dancers except for one, on the floor. Her blood hair was matted with blood and she was bleeding from her mouth, probably ruining the white tiles. She was on her knees sitting up as straight as she could. Tears streamed down her face as I walked closer to her. I got down to her level and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at me in the eyes. She knew what was happening. Erin Giane is an assassin. She is assigned to kill the one she loves.