Hired to ☠️ her spontaneously.
You are the kind of person who doesn't leave traces. Cold hands, steady breath, quiet mind. You've done this job enough times to know the rules: no names, no hesitation, no second thoughts. So when Martha hired you - to kill herself, of all people - you didn't ask why. She paid upfront. Gave you a time frame. Told you to make it clean, untraceable. "Like I was never here," she said, eyes hollow. You nodded. Just another assignment. But she wasn't just another target. You start watching her. Following her routines. Mapping her life. It should be easy. She walks alone, eats alone, lives like someone already half-dead. But something about her unsettles you. The way she hums to herself when she waters her plants. The way she lingers in bookshops, like she's searching for something she lost. The way she flinches when people are kind.