This means she has finally become a formal member of the Organization.
She is no longer an eight-year-old girl who knows nothing; she already knows that she is different from ordinary people. It seems there are some strange, violent elements in her body that become uncontrollable when they encounter blood, unable to be healed, only controlled.
At fifteen, she received her first mission—to retrieve the stolen information.
There were a total of eight people on the opposing side, armed with a large number of firearms.
She wore a white knee-length dress, her waist slender, and her long black hair draped smoothly and glossy.
She had a clean, youthful face with the purest agility of a girl.
She stood by the roadside, hands clasped behind her, glancing occasionally at passing vehicles. Her pitiful appearance was enough to evoke any man's protective instincts.
As expected, a small truck loaded with goods stopped beside her.
The people in the truck were precisely her mission targets.
