Chapter 2: I’m alive
Seven years ago...
A woman sitting in the back seat of the black sedan let out a series of deep coughs. She tried to cover her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Boss," a middle-aged man with a stern expression handed her a handkerchief. She snatched the handkerchief and wiped the blood on her lips.
"Boss, why don't you stay here?" suggested the same man in a black suit. Despite his stern countenance, his worry about her condition peeked in his silver eyes.
"I waited for years," she said, glancing at the bloodstained handkerchief. "There's no way in hell I will stay here."
The man had a slight frown on his forehead but didn't argue. He only gazed at her side profile, catching how her phoenix eyes burned with determination. Even if the world ended now, no one would be able to stop her.
Her name was Hera.
Few people know what her real name is. However, in the underground world, anyone who knew her flees whenever they hear the name she was known for. Hell. The woman at the helm of the most infamous and mysterious assassin organization.
For the past ten years, her name has gained stories that would make grown men shake in fear. Yet not many knew the real woman behind the name. All they knew was that she was an heiress of the previous don of the organization; that she got into her position because of her origins. Only a few truly acknowledge this woman's excellence in all aspects of life.