If anyone is capable of hunting down the mysterious Black, it's her. An assassin with mafia blood running in her veins. But is she going to take him down or go down with him? Is he the Black who is meant to stain her hands crimson? Is he the true villain of her story? ***** The sinful colour had stained my black clothes, though it was invisible. I knew it for it had seeped through the thin material and had stained my skin. I would forever carry his blood on my hands and his heart on mine for we were meant to be together amidst a chaos that only ended in our demise. The rings resonated across the bare walls until the person from the other end cleared their throat with a, "Hello?" "He's dead." *****