In a big luxurious room filled with lavish furniture sat a single little girl on the desk, looking out the glass window.

In the room, gold was on all the walls, there were paintings costing over billions of dollars, furniture that would let a family live their lifetime in luxury and sculptures made of pure diamond.

On the seat behind the girl, was a dead man with peaceful expression on his face.

The little girl was wearing a pretty frilly dark dress which is now dark red and nothing else. Only a giant black scythe on her back that somehow stuck to her dress.

Her skin was pale white and she had lovely long black hair, but both were tainted red. 

Crimson red, the colour of blood... not the blood of her victim, but the blood dripping out of the corner of her eyes, she was crying tears of blood.

She looked like she was only 16 years with red eyes that of a demon, but no one in the world knows her true age.

Her name, no one knows, but the people gave her many names.

Angel of death, demon’s reincarnation, blood witch and many more.

She is the world’s strongest and most mysterious assassin.

She worked for 3 years and already reached the epitome of the trade, but then she disappeared.

 After 40 more years she once more resurfaced, but her looks never changed from the moment 40 years ago.

For over 70 years, she looked almost the same, never changing, she would appear with a big black scythe and wear a dark frilly dress.

The first 3 years, she was part of the largest organization as their top assassin, but after she reappeared, things changed.

There was no way to contact her, she will just mysteriously appear in front of you.

She will kill those that deserve to die and it doesn’t matter whether their the president, a citizen, a king or anything else, she will kill them if she is paid in blood.

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Because of her always avenging the victims, her most famous name was the Crimson Avenger, tainted by the blood of her victims.

Her real name however was An, Yin An, given by her mother which means darkness, because her mother wanted her to stay strong and survive and the only way she knew how to do that, was to stay in the dark side.

As the sun slowly rose from the horizon, the girl slowly got up and walked out of the room into a big hall.

The hall was filled with dead bodies and blood.

There were no survivors and the whole place was on fire.

As the building was collapsing, the girl didn’t show an ounce of emotion and just slowly walked and sat down on the stairs.

She took out a pendant from her pocket and opened it.

Inside was a strand of hair.

As she looked at the hair, the blood red tears once more flowed from her eyes.

“Mother… I’m sorry...”

Sitting there on the stairs surrounded by fire and collapsing buildings, the little girl just cried.

She did not run or try to escape, she only sat there and cried.

“I'm sorry mother, but we’ll be reunited soon.”

As she sat there, light slowly expanded from under her location.

The circle grew bigger and bigger until it surrounded her entirely.

“What!?”

The girl was surprised when she noticed the circle and slowly she was turning transparent.

The girl didn’t know what was going on, but she did not panic.

Looking at the pendant, she muttered,

“Please…… let me rest…..”

She used her own abilities to altered her own brain to let her self be separated. Separating her memories from the main brain.

And as the light intensifies, her figure slowly disappeared from the hall.

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