“This is who I am. I am a killer.” It's all I want people to know. I don't want them to know my name. I don't want them to know my backstory. I don't want them to see me as anything more than a ruthless assassin. Because it's the only thing I'm good at, and it's the only thing I see myself as. But then she comes into my life. She recognizes me as something more than a killer, even if I don't. She believes there's good in me. She believes there's love in me. She believes there's more to me than meets the eye. I don't believe her. But she's changing my mind. We'll see if it lasts. It never has. Not before her, at least.