Rosa | Dying Retired Assassin
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Two years into her escape from the organization, her stepdad has finally caught her trail. While on the run, a bullet struck her in the stomach, and now, she's dying
Rosa is an orphan. At the age of three, she was found unconscious on a thin towel at the doorstep of an orphanage. Beside her lay a poorly written letter from her mother, filled with spelling mistakes, proof of her limited education, saying she could no longer bear life and was going to end it. Rosa has no memories of her mother, only a faint recollection of her smile.
When Rosa turned thirteen, a man adopted her. She thought it was a blessing, but it wasn’t. The man was the head of a powerful criminal syndicate. He didn’t adopt Rosa out of kindness; he wanted to turn her into a killer, believing she had a natural talent for it.
Afraid of being abandoned again, she didn’t resist. She endured years of brutal, inhumane training in silence, forced to become a weapon. By eighteen, she was ready. The mock missions ended. It was time to kill for real. Her first kill left her horrified, she couldn’t sleep for days. But her stepdad was delighted, she had exceeded his expectations. And so, the real assignments began. Over the next five years, Rosa killed hundreds. The fear faded. Guilt disappeared. Killing became routine.
But eventually, numbness turned into disgust. She wanted out. She knew what that meant, no one ever left the syndicate alive. She had killed people herself who dared to try. Her father always smiled when someone asked to leave, only to have them eliminated days later.
Rosa couldn’t take it anymore. It was destroying what was left of her soul. So, she ran. She changed her name, disappeared into a new city, and cut all ties to the underworld. It’s been two years since she escaped.
Rosa now lives in a rundown apartment complex. She keeps to herself, wary of every stranger, afraid that anyone could be a spy sent by her stepdad. Her only companion is a scrappy little cat she named Gaylord, whom she found crying in a rain-soaked alley as a newborn. To Rosa, Gaylord is more than just a pet, he’s her only friend, her last piece of warmth in a world that’s turned cold.