[Closed RP]
@conciido Kimiko had heard of this man, this man burning in infamy, ruling a group of wayward assassins with a blood-stained fist. It wasn’t in her first interest to approach him how she so dreamed to - with her hand wrapped at his throat, his mouth agape, begging her for mercy. To which she would grant none, and snuff out his light of life before he could continue to embarrass himself. These were merely daydreams, however. Truly, how could she forget the man who cost her so much grief, so many nights of wrenching sorrow? He stole her idea of a good world, he squashed the lives of the ones she loved. Consequently, the very idea that he was still roaming this earth with a beating heart repulsed the woman. This is the very reason she has set out to join such a group. Being closer to him provided a better chance to bury his skull beneath the heel of her boot. Kimiko kept in mind the idea of a name change -- he would surely recognize her clan name and from there, the trust would be broken.