Guns. Knives. Swords. Fistfighting.‎Name it,I’ve already mastered it.‎‎I’m the number one assassin for hire.‎Perfect record.‎Zero failures.‎‎If there’s a job, I finish it.‎No exceptions.‎‎‎My body? Perfect. Strong. Fast. Built for killing.‎‎But my face?‎‎A disaster.‎‎One eye slightly bigger than the other.‎My nose? Big and flat like it gave up halfway.‎Pimples that show up like they pay rent.‎And my features? Not even trying to match.‎‎If faces had rankings, mine would be… illegal.‎But ,what if one day I woke up with the most beautiful face I've ever seen?Made with the man I was sent to kill?