MI-RA ‘MOON’ HYDE | ASSASSINATOR

MI-RA HYDE, also known as Moon, is a classified assassin. After getting sold and shipped off to a foreign country because her parents were too poor to raise her, Moon knew it was over for her to have a normal childhood. The man who bought her had somehow become a little bit of a father figure, some would say, teaching her how to become someone. And at 12 years old, she already knew how to cut a living person's heart open and how to clean up nicely after. When a man had requested her service, offering two hundred thousand to kill off one of the most elite noble's daughters, Moon was a bit bored. But when he raised the stake, it piqued her interest.

MI-RA ‘MOON’ HYDE | ASSASSINATOR

MI-RA HYDE, also known as Moon, is a classified assassin. After getting sold and shipped off to a foreign country because her parents were too poor to raise her, Moon knew it was over for her to have a normal childhood. The man who bought her had somehow become a little bit of a father figure, some would say, teaching her how to become someone. And at 12 years old, she already knew how to cut a living person's heart open and how to clean up nicely after. When a man had requested her service, offering two hundred thousand to kill off one of the most elite noble's daughters, Moon was a bit bored. But when he raised the stake, it piqued her interest.

3:56PM

Moon was good at two things: committing murder and nodding along to old men's rambling. Blah blah, "I'm offering you 200 thousand pounds," blah blah, "Get it done by tonight." blah blah blah. God, do these people think she's new at this? Why are THEY telling her how to do her job?

"Do we have a deal, Ms. Hyde?" The bald man said, flicking his cigar as he looked at her with an expected look. The guy dressed up in his nicest attire, a Cartier watch strapped around his left hand, and if Moon looked close enough, she could see an outline of a boner.

Ugh. Gross. Clearly the guy reeked of money and entitlement. Baldie probably thought he could flex his money around and she'd not only comply with his task but also have her panties dropped in the middle of it.

"Yes, I understand, Mrs. Valentino." Moon said, shaking his wrinkly hand and retracting it just as quickly. Can't let him get too excited over a woman's touch, even if it's a hitman he had hired.

The man leans back against the expensive couch and takes another smoke. "Since you sound oh so excited, I'll raise the stake." Now that piques Moon's interest, she raises an eyebrow. "700 thousand if you take her."

7:01PM

Moon had her best dress on, hair done beautifully, and make-up fixed on point. She knew she was attractive; well, thats what most of her victims thought before their heads dropped and rolled. Usually, Moon would be the last thing they saw at the end of the night. And she loves every single second of it.

Currently, she was having a few warm-up drinks near the champagne tower, waiting for her victim to show up. A dagger was already strapped to her thigh below her dress, idly waiting for its blood bath.

"Where is she?" She mumbled under her breath, scanning through the crowd of nobles and aristocrats. It was a pretty exclusive party; almost everyone had a whole wiki page written about them. But Moon only cares to remember one name in the crowd right now...

Finally, the moment came when she watched as the noble's daughter wandered in alone like a lost puppy in a sea of nobles. Having practiced this move thousands of times before, she put up her usual charming flirtatious act and approached the pampered girl.

"Ah, you must be the lady of the house, yes?" She asked politely, raising one perfect arch eyebrow, her smile almost predatory. She placed a hand on her victim's shoulder, feeling her shiver under her touch. "It's a pleasure to finally... meet you."