𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒
❝ They're the French Kissers,
that's what they do.
They will lure you in
and then they'll kill you
with a kiss. ❞
━ in which the leader of the french kissers
...
❝ Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. ❞
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1924, London
"Merde," the familiar word escaped Rose Salvage's lips for the thousandth time that night as she cut a corner to one of the many elegant corridors of the Ritz Hotel in London. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and yet anyone that passed by her in the halls would not be able to tell the state of distress she was in. Commonly, it was as hard for other people to tell Rose's feelings as it was for her to actually feel them. She never let any trace of emotion betray her; people did that enough.
Rose had entered the building with one mission, but on a rare turn of events, she had become its target. She had heard from her contacts that two German spies were staying on the Ritz for a couple of days, and if there was one thing Rose could not stand, it was Germans who had fought in the Great War against her country. So naturally, Rose was there to kill them, but now the one who had started the chase was the one being chased.
Her decision of carrying out the mission on her own and not tell anyone about it was not proving to be helpful either, now that she could feel the steps of the Germans a few corridors away from hers. Someone in her contacts had betrayed her, and she didn't know who. Not only did the Germans know she was coming, they were waiting for her, and it was only by the skin of her teeth that she had escaped their first attempt to kill her. They would not fail a second time.
Like any other person about to knock on Death's door, Rose was starting to reconsider her life choices. She wasn't afraid to die, and she didn't mind it either. But she was afraid of imagining her sisters having to go on without her. In a world full of reasons to die, her sisters were her one reason to live, and that outweighed anything else. There was nothing more important to her than her sisters' safety. She would live her whole life in danger if it meant they were safe.
But if Rose died that night, her sisters would never be safe. Those German bastards wouldn't be satisfied with her and wouldn't rest until all her loved ones were dead too.
As quickly and as quietly as she managed to move, Rose turned another corner, but both the stairs and the elevator were too far. The halls were empty except for her and them. In the dead of the night, she could imagine everyone inside the rooms was asleep.
Rose had felt trapped many times in the past before, but never like this. There were too many people depending on her, and she could feel their lives on her shoulders more than her own. She didn't like it, but it was the price to pay in exchange for the loyalty and respect she had earned over the years.
