ch-1: Introduction : modern world

I am the legendary Assassin also known as"God of death" and I have killed countless people. My name is 'Saline' given to me by my biological mother. I was originally born into a rich household, and I was living a happy life with my parents.

We were a loving family.

But slowly, I began to notice cracks in the perfect picture. My parents started arguing—louder, harsher, more often. One night, hidden behind the stairs, I overheard the truth that shattered everything:

My dad was cheating on my mom.

She found out. She didn’t scream or fight—she just… distanced herself. The light in her eyes began to fade.

Then she got sick.

And my father? He refused to let a doctor treat her. Said she was “exaggerating.” Said she’d “get over it.”

She never did.

And just like that… my mother was gone.

My belief in love and attachments died with her.

Barely a week after the funeral, my father married another woman and told me, "She’s your new mom now. Treat her with respect."

But that woman despised me from the very beginning. And my father—he never looked at me with love again.

They had a son. A perfect little prince. And the moment he could walk, I was no longer needed.

At thirteen, they kicked me out of the house, saying, “You’ve failed to meet our expectations.”

Thirteen. Alone. Unloved. Unwanted.

My heart turned cold. Love became a joke. Attachment? A weakness.

I survived. Trained. Learned the art of killing.

And then, I hunted down the kind of men who took advantage of weak, broken slave girls—the ones no one cared about.

I became a shadow. A weapon.

I became the God of Death.

One night, I disguised myself as a weak, helpless girl—dirty clothes, trembling hands, eyes filled with fake fear.

The target was a corrupt businessman, the kind that preyed on vulnerable girls sold in backroom deals.

He took me to his private warehouse on the outskirts of the city. A place where no one could hear screams.

Too bad for him—I didn’t scream.

When he let his guard down, I pulled the blade from my pocket and slit his throat wide open.

He gasped, blood bubbling at his lips, struggling to understand what just happened.

I didn’t give him time. I made sure his end was as cruel as the things he’d done to others.

After wiping every trace of my presence, I walked through the rain to an old hardware shop downtown—just a cover.

Inside, it was a base.

The place where assassins like me brought in jobs, got paid, and disappeared.

I walked up to the counter.

“It’s done. No mess left behind.”

The man behind the counter, the boss, looked up from his ledger.

“Well done,” he said, sliding over a wad of cash.

“Another monster gone. You really are something else, Saline.”

I nodded, pocketed the cash, and walked out into the storm.

It was pouring. Heavy, relentless. The kind of rain that tried to drown the streets.

That’s when I saw it—

A little cat, soaking wet, curled beneath a bench, too weak to even meow.

I stopped.

I don’t know why.

Maybe because it reminded me of me. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten.

I wrapped it in my coat and whispered, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

We were just a girl and a stray, walking through the storm.

Until lightning struck.

The world turned white—then black.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Was this… death?

But then, something strange happened.

I heard a voice. Two voices.

One was the cat.

Talking.

And the other—

I couldn’t describe it. It was too big, too distant, too… divine.

I tried to open my eyes, but the light was blinding.

Where was I?

Why could the cat speak?

And why did it feel like someone was watching my soul?

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