Ruri was a force of chaos. She knew this well herself. She enjoyed seeing the faces of those whom she pranks. The sighs of her father and mother when they found out what she did in the morning.
The panic of people as she ran towards them.
But being a force of chaos meant always having a way to run.
To escape.
One needed to be slippery like an eel, treasures at their disposal and escape paths lined up at every turn.
It's how they evade capture when sh*t hits the fan.
And it's what Ruri prided herself in.
Stealth.
Absolute stealth.
When Ruri was five, she already knew what she wanted to be in the future.
She didn't want to become a knight or a ruler. Nor did she want to devote herself to the Moon or any religion for that matter.
She wanted to become an assassin.
