As the night approached, I prepared for my mission. I craved bloodshed, eager to kill by slitting throats, stabbing, and mutilating anyone's body.
Iris sent me the location of one of those executioners from the Crimson Organization. We have lives outside our work, not just executioners, some have families, while others are orphans who chose this path. Nighty is already gone; I also lost Chantal. Aleksei is gone, Lucian left, and I have no clue where he is. I don't know Kuya Alistair's whereabouts at the moment. My family... is falling apart. Everything I had in reality is slowly slipping away from my life.
“Meow~”
“Meow~”
But I still have my fur babies. Ichi and Dreamer approached me, and I sat on the floor. “You two mean the world to me. Don't leave momma alone, okay?”
“Meow~” Dreamer looked at me, and I gently stroked his head before looking at Ichi sitting in front of me.
“Meow~” he slowly blinked at me, and I smiled.
“I love you too, Ichi. Even if you only come near me when Lucian is not around. I still love you,” I petted his head. I knelt down and kissed them before leaving the house.
I glanced at the name of the bar as I stepped out of my car.
“Electric Elixir Lounge,” I mumbled. I took a deep breath before heading to the door.
“What are you wearing?” a bouncer stopped me due to my attire.
“You can't wear something like that, Miss. This is a bar, not a costume party,” another one added, eyeing me from head to toe.
“Do you have scissors?” I asked.
They looked at each other before one of them went inside and returned with a pair of scissors, handing it to me.
“Give me a second.” I turned my back on them and started cutting off my fitted pants to make shorts. I removed my jacket and cut the lower half of my shirt before turning back to them. “How's this?” I raised an eyebrow at them.
“That'll be fine.” I handed back the scissors. Stepping into the Electric Elixir Lounge, I was greeted by a vibrant and futuristic ambiance. The interior was adorned with neon lights, glowing cocktails, and interactive displays that responded to the music playing in the background.
I swiftly made my way to the counter and took a seat across from a bartender.
“What would you like to drink, miss newbie?” the bartender inquired.
“What can you suggest to a newbie like me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“This bar is known for its signature electric elixirs, concocted with exotic ingredients and special effects that light up and fizz as you drink them. But since you are new here, try this Spritzer.”
I watched as he poured the drink into a glass before handing it to me. It looked enticing.
I glanced at him before taking a sip of the Spritzer, consuming almost half of it. I gave him a thumbs up. “That tastes good.”
“I'm glad you like it.”
I nodded and finished my Spritzer. As I looked around, I saw other bartenders dressed in sleek cyberpunk-inspired attire, deftly mixing and serving these captivating drinks while engaging with patrons in playful banter.
My gaze shifted to the dance floor. The neon lights were starting to make me dizzy. I made my way to the dance floor, using the earpiece to communicate with Iris.
Live performances by holographic artists, interactive light shows, and a virtual reality corner where guests could immerse themselves in fantastical worlds added to the unique atmosphere.
“He is not on the dance floor, Alexandra,” I heard her say, prompting a frustrated grunt from me. “Go to the second floor,” she added.
I made my way up to the second floor. "Go to the right side," she said and I followed. "Second to the last room. Be careful. This one is not easy.” she said. I quietly walked down the corridor until the door was in front of me. 
I slowly pushed the door inside, loud moans greeted me and locked the door behind me. They didn't even notice that I came in. 
"Hello!" I said loudly causing them to stopped and looked at me, that includes my target fucking a woman before him. Then the two other women fucking each other. What a disgusting sight.
"Come here slut. Join us.” I raised my eyebrows at what he said. 
"I'm not here to be fucked with you, Soren." I said with a bored expression.
Then a realization hit him... our eyes locked in a deadly gaze as I prepared for the intense battle ahead. "Let the women out." a second later we both left inside the room. Facing each other.
Suddenly he grabbed a katana behind the headrest of the bed.
"I can't fight a man who is naked though. Change before I slice you.” I demanded and he obediently followed.
“How did you know I'm here? This place is not for an ordinary customer.” His voice is deep and stern. 
I gave him a smile, "I'm no ordinary customer." 
Soren gripped his katana with a firm and steady hand. His eyes, cold and focused, locked onto his opponent–me.
I'm wielding both a stiletto knife and a katana, a rare and deadly combination of weaponry that spoke volumes about my expertise in combat. Though Zyair killed me with his katana back then. I'm sure Master Chen would be disappointed if he found out.
With a swift and fluid motion, Soren lunged forward, his katana slicing through the air in a deadly arc aimed at my deftly maneuvering figure. I dodged Soren’s initial strike with a graceful sidestep, the glint of my stiletto knife catching the pale moonlight as I swiftly retaliated with a series of precise thrusts and slashes.
Our movements were a blur of speed and precision, each strike calculated and executed with lethal intent. The clash of metal rang out in the room, a symphony of battle unfolding as we engaged in a deadly dance of blades.
My agility and finesse with my dual weapons countered Soren’s strength and mastery of my katana. My stiletto knife moved like an extension of my arm, delivering swift and accurate strikes that kept Soren on the defensive, forcing him to constantly adapt and react to my unpredictable attacks. 
As the battle raged on, it became a test of skill, strategy, and endurance. Soren’s katana whirled and slashed with my deadly accuracy, aiming to find an opening in my relentless assault. I, in turn, weaved and dodged with lightning reflexes, aiming to exploit any moment of vulnerability in my adversary's defense.  
Our fight was a gripping and intense spectacle, a fierce contest between two lethal adversaries who relied on our unmatched expertise and razor-sharp reflexes to outmaneuver and outwit each other. The clash of steel and the echo of our footsteps created a symphony of combat that spoke of the high stakes and the ultimate test of our skills as executioner assassins.
But then Soren met his demise as my stiletto knife found its mark, piercing his heart with lethal precision. Without a doubt I slice his head off his body. I put his head on the pillow case and using the window I jumped off and went inside my car. I maneuver my car on my way to the Nightshade Guild. Went straight to the last room of the building, pushed the window inside. I don't give a damn if he fires me for being an executioner.
“Miss Chu–”
I never let him finish his words when I pulled out Soren's head out of the pillowcase I was holding.
"I brought his head." I dropped it off on the floor and kicked it in his direction. “Goodnight, Grandmaster.” I added and turned my back on him.
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Author's note: This is the result of watching Game Of Thrones. Well, it wasn't that brutal but I had to put the warning word at the top. ⚠️