MD-otaku

I Hope For a Chance to Know You…  You walked slowly towards your target's apartment, watching it's open windows from the roof above and adjacent to it.  You waited for any possible sight of your target.  Finally, they came into the sight of the window.  The girl had shoulder length silver hair, green eyes (from what you could see) and looked to only be about 11 years old.  What had this girl done to get your contract pinned to her perfect little head? You couldn't care much; you didn't ask questions when you took your jobs.  Your bow's string sang as your fingers brushed over it, as though whining that it wasn't getting any action.