Notes

Every waking day of Rymira's life that wretched nightmare yanked her from her slumbers. The same exact one she had since she was 13, the dream is consistent. She either has that nightmare, or no dream at all; honestly she'd prefer no dream at all. The dream was of a little boy laying in black satin sheets similar to Rymira's. The child laid lifeless on the bed with a grossly sobbing woman above the child whom she'd assumed was the mother, and a young faceless girls singing a song which was no longer really popular so Rymira couldn't make it out nor understand it nonetheless is was creepy. As her body jerked from her bed her heart was racing and she was sweating. One thing she couldn't stand more than the dream, such an uncomfortable feeling. From then she continues her day heading off to school if she even decided to go. Every time she did she'd be bothered by people who saw her. People who didn't even go to where ever she was on her way to followed her. She has such a spit personality, during the day she's friendly enough, by night she's the most coldhearted assassin. The moment she receives her orders she pulls her mask over her face which is black with a dark orangeish streak. She makes at least $100,000 of one kill if not more. She is one of the best, there are rankings and she is second behind the leader X, also her somewhat father. She does whatever he says, without hesitation. He is the reason she's alive.