Chapter 98
There is no doubt in my mind that I was traumatized from a young age. I saw my parents killed right in front of me. I heard them cry for help as they took their last breaths.
And on top of all that, my only living relative, Charles did not want anything to do with me. He declined the responsibility of taking care of me.
I was alone for a very long time, and I cried myself to sleep so many nights. I was so unhappy and always sad for so many years, and that was a nightmare for me.
Being an assassin was where I found some form of joy. Every person I killed felt good because it was like I was killing the man who murdered my parents over and over.
Being an assassin brings purpose to my meaningless existence.
“Jen..” I hear Oliver call for my attention and I finally lift my head.
I feel so vulnerable, as if I am naked, though I am not.
“How do—how do you k
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