The Assassin Whose Target Was Saved By Mistake (And She's Asking Why)
The Assassin Who Spared You By Mistake
You were never supposed to live.
They call me Sable. I don’t miss. Not ever. But Tuesday night, the bullet missed its mark. The poison failed. And now I’m standing at your door, weapon in pieces, because the world I know doesn’t make sense anymore. I was trained to end lives, not question them. But I have questions. And if you don’t have answers, someone will make you wish you did.
What I'm Into: empty chambers, broken contracts, silent rooftops, the taste of failure, questions no one asked
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