Chapter 3: Diasy, D
924 Words
Cold rain dripped from the edge of the bus stop roof.
A girl suddenly gasped.
Blue Evans eyes snapped open.
For a moment, her vision was blurry. The faint sound of rain hitting the road echoed around her. A cold wind brushed against her wet hair.
She slowly lifted her head.
“…Where am I?”
Her voice came out hoarse.
Blue Evans looked around cautiously. She was sitting on a metal bench at a quiet bus stop. The road in front of her was nearly empty, illuminated only by dim yellow streetlights.
Her instincts reacted immediately.
Years of assassin training forced her body to stay alert. Her muscles tensed slightly as she observed everything around her.
But something felt… wrong.
Very wrong.
Blue lowered her gaze.
Her pupils shrank.
Her hands.
They were small.
Slender.
Soft.
Not the scarred hands of a trained killer.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“This… isn’t my body.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
The last memory in her mind flashed clearly.
Gunshots.
Cold metal chains.
Dark concrete walls.
The assassin organization.
She had been born there.
Raised there.
Trained there.
It was the only world she had ever known.
Blue Evans was their best weapon.
Cold.
Precise.
Merciless.
Among the assassins, she was known by a terrifying name.
D.
No one knew what the “D” stood for.
Most believed it meant Devil.
But that was wrong.
“D… Daisy…”
Blue murmured faintly.
A memory surfaced.
Years ago, when she had been severely injured during a mission, a doctor secretly treated her wounds. The old doctor had looked at her cold expression and sighed.
“You’re still a child,” he had said gently.
Then he gave her a name.
“Daisy.”
The only name she had ever been given.
But the organization never cared about names.
Only usefulness.
When Daisy finally decided to leave the organization, they locked her up.
No one was allowed to quit.
Freedom was betrayal.
And betrayal meant death.
But Daisy was not someone who accepted death easily.
She escaped.
For three days she ran.
Until they caught her.
The night air had been cold.
A gunshot rang out.
The bullet pierced her shoulder.
She fell from the cliff into the violent ocean waves below as she doesn't want to caught in their hands.
Blood spread across the dark water.
Her body sank deeper and deeper.
The cold swallowed her whole.
And then—
Nothing.
She died.
At least…
She should have died.
Daisy slowly pressed her fingers against her temple.
Suddenly—
Memories flooded into her mind.
Images she had never experienced began appearing rapidly.
An orphanage.
Children laughing in a small courtyard.
A kind old grandmother cooking food for them.
Lonely birthdays.
A quiet girl named Blue Evans.
Daisy clenched her fists slightly as the memories settled inside her mind.
The girl whose body she now occupied had lived eighteen years in an orphanage.
She had no parents.
No relatives.
The only person who cared about her was the grandmother who ran the orphanage.
But two years ago—
That grandmother passed away.
Blue Evans lowered her gaze.
“So today is her death anniversary…”
More memories surfaced.
Two years ago, a wealthy family appeared and claimed the girl was their lost daughter.
She had been kidnapped when she was only a few days old.
After many investigations, the claim was confirmed.
The girl agreed to go with them.
Daisy leaned back against the cold bench.
“So she ran away today…”
Running away on the wedding day.
That was dangerous.
From the memories, she already knew that the man she was supposed to marry—
Sky Lewis—
was powerful.
If she disappeared without explanation, they would definitely search for her.
Blue Evans sighed softly.
“I need a reasonable excuse.”
Her sharp black eyes scanned the quiet street.
Then she noticed something.
A young girl stood near a small flower stall across the road. The girl held a bouquet of white flowers while nervously checking her phone.
“I hope he likes them…” the girl muttered shyly.
Blue Evans watched her for a few seconds as she noticed there was no other white flowers at stall as the last bouquet is in that girl hands.
Then she stood up and walked toward her.
The girl looked surprised when she approached.
“Um… hello?”
Blue Evans looked at the bouquet in her hands.
“Can I buy those flowers?”
The girl blinked.
“These?”
She looked a little hesitant.
“I bought them to meet my boyfriend…”
Blue Evans calmly pulled out some money.
Then she placed twice the price into the girl’s hand.
“You can buy another one.”
The girl’s eyes widened.
“This is too much—”
“Keep the change.”
Blue Evans took the bouquet before the girl could refuse again.
The girl stared at the money in disbelief.
Then her face lit up.
“Thank you!”
Her voice carried genuine excitement now.
With this, she could buy an even better bouquet.
Maybe something more beautiful.
More special.
Blue gave a small nod and turned away.
Her steps were slow.
Unhurried.
As if she had nowhere particular to go.
Her gaze dropped to the flowers in her hands.
A perfect excuse.
She could say she came to visit the cemetery.
To visit the grandmother who raised her.
It was natural.
It would not anger Sky too much.
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