Chapter 1:
Night draped the city in silence.
I lay prone on the edge of the rooftop, the concrete cold against my chest, the wind tugging gently at my jacket. Below me, the alley breathed—damp walls, flickering neon, the sour stench of rot and cheap liquor. My world narrowed to a single point.
Alex Chen.
Platinum blonde strands slipped across my eyes as I adjusted my position, breath steady, pulse flat. The Sig Sauer P226 rested comfortably in my hands, familiar as my own heartbeat. I didn't rush. I never did.
Alex leaned against the alley wall, phone glowing in his palm. Laughing. Relaxed. People always were—right before the end. He had seen too much, talked to the wrong people, and convinced himself money could buy safety.
It couldn't.
A sudden movement made me pause.
A stray cat darted out from behind a dumpster, knocking over a bottle. The sharp clatter echoed down the alley. Alex stiffened, head snapping up, eyes scanning the darkness.
I didn't move.
Seconds stretched. His grip on the phone tightened. Then—relief. He scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and leaned back again.
That was the window.
I exhaled slowly, letting the world fall away. Wind speed: negligible. Distance: clean. Angle: perfect.
One shot. No corrections.
The suppressed crack was soft, almost polite.
The bullet punched cleanly between his eyes. Alex collapsed mid-breath, body folding to the ground like a marionette with its strings severed. No scream. No drama.
Just silence.
I stayed still for three seconds—long enough to confirm what I already knew.
Dead.
My eyes swept the alley. No witnesses. No cameras worth worrying about. The city swallowed him whole, uncaring.
I slid the gun back into my jacket and rose smoothly, already gone in spirit before my feet left the rooftop. Another job completed. Another life erased without a ripple.
My phone vibrated.
Payment received.
I exhaled—not in relief, but closure—and disappeared into the night.
"Finally done with the day's work, I guess".
I sighed a breathe of relief as I made my way back home.
Opening the door slowly I find my little sister, Emily who's in high school asleep on the couch with the lights on, guess she was waiting for me to get back but must have ended up falling asleep. So I gently carried her into her room and tucked her in , then lightly pecked her forehead and left the room...
Suddenly, my phone rings, as I picked it up with the phone glued to my ears
"Clean job?", he asked his voice low.
" Yeah it went well, what's next"
" I got a new task for you , and I know you're gonna be interested" he said piquing my interest.
" Someone paid big money to kill the wealthy business tycoon, Marcus Anderson. But his usually busy and heavily protected so the only way to meet him is through his daughter
Mia Anderson , who's a year younger than you, she's in her first year of college.
So you'll have to go undercover and find a way to be her boyfriend to get close to her father and finish the job.
My gut twisted. "Marcus Anderson " the name echoed old scars .
Ten years ago, when I was just 9 years old, my mom and dad were brutally murdered by a killer sent by my dad's best friend Marcus Anderson. I didn't know how to survive and take care of my little sister till i meet the boss of one of the most biggest and formidable assassin organization in the country, "The Black dragons ". He knew my dad and trained me personally, I had to work hard and face hellish training that made me one of the best assassins in the world . I was able to provide for me and my sister and provide a roof over our heads and food to eat, also paid for my sister school though I don't go to school.
I had killed people powerful enough to reshape nations.
Enough to earn a name whispered instead of spoken.
Assassin X.
Rank didn't matter. Numbers didn't matter.
What mattered was that when someone wanted a ghost—
they came to me.
I vowed that I'd kill that bastard who killed my parents.
My eyes narrowed. Marcus Anderson, his daughter.
"Fuck, the game just got interesting" I said with a smirk.