Maybe she was destined to become a ruthless mercenary. Elysse thought to herself as she wiped her hands clean of the blood stains. She recalled how she felt a sudden surge of satisfaction as she gracefully executed her first kill. It was glorious, like a fleeting moment of unexplained bliss.
Aiming to stretch this into 30,000 words. Yes, the writing is ongoing. So, wish me luck! 😀