“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
Eyes that usually shine in a deceptively warm, golden brown were darkened into a violent shade of black as she glared at the petite woman in front of her. It’s a rarity for Jooyeon to feel a deep annoyance on something that was not only her job, but what she needed to do to survive. Being a contract killer had its perks when she could be fed and paid at the same time; her career was effortless for her, easy money and something to keep her entertained on her own time. Doing this sort of thing for long enough, Jooyeon could either do things swift and straight to the point, or she could take her time to get creative; playing with her food before eating it, if you will. It was a rush for her, something that she lived for, literally. And there was nothing like someone getting in her way during her work that set Jooyeon off.
She was already a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at any second, and the unlucky person to be behind that was staring at her with a determined gaze. Just who did the woman think she was? Jooyeon was already given a target for the night; a man in his early 30s who would easily throw away the people that cared for him the most if it would take him where he wanted to be. An opportunist was always amusing for her, someone she could easily take advantage of and take her time in completing her job. These marks were her favorite and had a nice price on them, and the idea of someone taking one of them away from her infuriated Jooyeon.
As she stood there with her hands clenched in fists at her side, Jooyeon’s eyes were in a deadly glare as she looked down on the woman. “I don’t think you’re kidding,” she hissed, voice dripping with annoyance as she happened to glance at the pistol clenched between their fingers in a firm grip, the metal of the silencer glinting in the dim lighting of the building. She bit back a chuckle at their weapon of choice, much preferring the intimacy of a stiletto blade or her own claws to something so impersonal as a gun. “I just think you’re plain stupid for trying to take my mark away from me. This mark is mine. And I’m being serious as well when I say to get lost.”