"A person like you was born to live in the dark depths of the society. You will never be able to escape from it."

A memory flashes back as [Name] walked away from the high-rise building that made her recall how miserable she is right now.

"I'm sorry. It's not that you were not good. It's just we're looking for something more."

[Name]'s tears are welling up as she remembered what the interviewer said earlier. Will she ever be able to leave the cycle of her past? She questioned herself.

She knew her skills are not really appropriate to be written on her curriculum vitae as an experience.

Who in their right minds would put a professional assassin who specializes in seduction as a former job? She thought.

Throughout her life, she believed that she was truly born for the sole purpose of killing. All of a sudden, when Killua left the Zoldyck mansion, her views went on a sudden change.

"Killua was able to change his life. I think I'm also capable to do it. I want to try."

Her thoughts clouded her whole being, forgetting that she was held captive by the eldest Zoldyck son so that she could be molded as one of his puppets and have her kill whoever he wanted.

"I never asked to be an assassin in the first place. And to have sex with my target no less."

She loathed herself. That despite her realizations, she was never able to free herself from Illumi, who clearly had his needle stuck on her to manipulate her futher.

Sadly, she doesn't have any idea on what's hindering her decisions.

[Name] gained confidence one day and tried to talk to him.

"I-I would like to stop being an assassin anymore. I never liked this job."

She tried to make herself look composed infront of the guy who was staring at her with his deep, piercing, charcoal eyes but to no avail and stuttered.

Illumi walked slowly in front of [Name], eyes still not averting his gaze from her.

"It's not about whether you like it or not..." Illumi went closer to [Name], which made the latter move away in response.

[Name] froze as Illumi played the tips of her hair with his fingers delicately.

"It's about whether you're good at it or not, [Name]."

Pulling together all her strength, she slapped away his fingers from her hair.

"Y-you can't decide with what I should do with my life! I'm quitting!"

She tried to remain her eyes staring at his, yet as if she was being absorbed by the latter's, she removed her gaze because she was unable to stand it.

"Go ahead, but I'm warning you. You can't be able to live like Kil. He's special and of course a Zoldyck. How about you, [Name]? What are you?"

Illumi stared at her, eyes were deep as if he was trying to pierce her skin into shreds by simply giving a malicious stare.

"I-I... I will decide about that... I'm... I'm me!"

[Name] wasn't able to make a much more comprehensible statement because of how bothering Illumi gazed.

"No, you're wrong." Illumi went near her and whispered on her ear.

"You're a garbage that I helped to become a human."

[Name]'s senses came back from her harrowing memories after several cars kept honking at her.

She continued to walk away from the middle of the traffic until she reached the other street.

Maybe Illumi was right?

That she won't be able to come back from the society's normal life?

She will never know the answer. After all, she wasn't able to remove the needle that was struck on her head.

Calling:
Illumi

After two rings, he answered the phone.

"Yes?"

"You are right. I'm coming home." [Name] replied in a shaking, disappointed tone.

"Welcome back."