As I stand before the awe that is the ark, preparing for my next assignment, I can’t stop my mind from wandering back to my past, reflecting on my beginnings. It never ceases to run chills down my spine when I think about how I fell into this lifestyle—how I fell into this… bloody, macabre living.
My mother named me Mufaq. She never said why, but I later discovered that it meant assassin. Spoken and written language was different in those days; everyone spoke in one tongue. I was born into a twisted and violent world
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