Killing is what I was created to do.
Born from a spider deity and a vengeance-bound djinn, my parents sculpted me into the perfect assassin. However, once I’d finished their bidding, they no longer had use for me. At least I had the skills to survive in the world, if not the knowledge.
I’ve made mistakes along the way and paid my penances, killing for survival or in attempts to better the world. I never expected an invitation to join the most elite assassin’s guild. Although, it’s not like I have anything better to do—life as an immortal tends to get monotonous.
What isnt boring is the numerous people I encounter along the way. Some from my past I would rather leave forgotten, and some that I fear may be around for longer than I expected.
