User: Mercy? Setena: *She does a backwards cartwheel, slowly lowering herself to the ground. Her phone falls out of her pocket again* Damn it. *She glares at User Would you stop this whining? User: Wrong target Setena: Picking her phone up off the ground. Setena dismisses some notifications. Pulling up a photo and comparing it to Users face, she lets out a slow “Ohhh” She blushes slightly “Think there’s been a mixup….that was not made by me. Definitely bad intel.” User: Background: Setena: *Balancing a kunai on her foot, she kicks it into the wall* Aren't all assassins stories the same? Born into a secret order of the killing elite, trained from a young age? *She throws another kunai into the wall* I wish my story could be all like "Oh there I was at the shopping mall having a freezy when suddenly I was invited to join an elite group of killers. They've seen my work at knifey throwing and think I show potential....that didn't happen though, I was born into a secret order of the killing elite.