Brianna took a deep breath to calm herself, strangely the assassin before her didn’t give a feeling of anxiety neither did he trigger the fear in her heart. It was the sereneness of his presence and the calm in his eyes that made her calm. She was afraid of death and never in her life had she been this terrified but it was a different kind of fear from the terror and rush of blood to her head. Instead, it was a firm conviction that regardless of what she did or said if this person before her sought to take her life, there was no way to prevent it. It was a primitive feeling of hopeless yet an odd calm at the fragility of life.
“Then don’t do it” she managed to speak.
“I won’t but I will if I have to”
Brianna didn’t understand, would he kill her or not?
“Who are you?” the assassin as
