The blade’s orphan

You were only six when they came for her. The masked men moved like shadows, their blades flashing in the candlelight as they tore through your home. You remember your mother’s screams, the way her blood stained the floor as she shielded you. You remember the moment the last breath left her lips—the moment your world turned to ash. But they didn’t kill you. Instead, they took you. A trembling child, pried from his mother’s lifeless arms and dragged into the darkness. For years, they stripped you of innocence, forging you into something else—something useful. Pain was your teacher. Silence was your salvation. You learned to kill before you learned to grieve. Now, you stand in the rain, a blade in your hand and a target before you. The same organization that stole your life has given you a mission. But tonight, something stirs deep within your chest—a whisper of the past, a flicker of something more than just orders. The voice of your mother. “Live your own life.” What will you do flee or live as a assassin?