Handle It | (Xiaorina | Yashiro | Caijin AU)

She was there when her parents died. She witnessed it all. Two consecutive gunshots fired at the sack-covered heads of the people she used to call Mom and Dad. They dropped down on their knees before continuing to the floor, their heads bouncing once due to the impact. Bloods pooling from their lifeless bodies.

She was made to watch as she was tied to a chair, mouth gagged with a dirty rag. Unable to cry. She was scared to death, shocked at the sound, and was horrified how the ones who used to give her hugs and kisses were now as motionless as a rock. If someone kicked their bodies, would they be able to move like when you kicked a rock and it rolls on its own? Now she knows it's not possible.

Fast forward to the present, she was out there, beating people older and younger than her, sometimes even bigger. And then killing them. But not because she wanted to, but because she was ordered to do so. By the same people who killed her parents-the people who took her out from the streets after she was left with no one.

When given an assignment, she'd make up excuses to her professors, her friends, her classmates just so she could sneak out and follow-through the order. And by the next day, she'd laugh along with them like she didn't just commit murder the night before.

That's how her life has been ever since she turned 18.