For Death's Hand

(As a fanatic of Assassination Classroom, if you've seen that show, I'm sorry if you feel I am taking what Nagisa is and stuffing him in the story.)
== The Caller Of Death's Hand ==
I walked along the streets of my neighborhood. My name is Kylie, and I've lived a life unlike most. I am well-known, globe-wide assassin, The Caller Of Death's Hand. I am an assassin unlike most. I can carry it out silently, with a- happy? Face. Blood runs through my life. I have no shame- And people fear my dagger. As I walked, images of my backstory flashed through my mind. This. This is what I've lived?
== Secret Camp ==
I skipped over to my new school. Today was the first day of junior-high, at a rather tiny cram school out in a prairie. It was broken down and rugged. I gave a shrug, opening the door to about ten people, and maybe a dozen empty seats. A tall man in a suit was by the desk, a knife on the desk- and only that- Clenched firmly in his fist. "Welcome to Runnikuronla High. We lure kids here. Teach them to be assassins. If you tell anyone we do this, you will be killed. We will still teach normal subjects, have no worries." The tall man murmured, yet, his mouth only moved a small bit, and it was frowning like he was burning with rage.
Chapter Still Being Made, Please Stand By.
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