Despite the worry lingering from the dreams, I still had a job to do.

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my suit, flung my katana over my back, and laced up my boots.

I jumped out of the window, leaping roof to roof, tree to tree, branch to branch. Leaping all the way to the Grimlands.

I almost got caught a few times, but my assasins suit, unlike Sausages old one, helped me blend into the shadows. Eventually, I was staring down at Lola going on her nighttime walk.

I snuck down the side of the wall. 3 metres. 2 metres. 1 metre. I was right behind her.

'You haven't finished your first job yet, brother.' Xornoths voice spoke in the back of my mind.

'Fvck off.'

'Language, my dear brother.'

I shook the voice away, creeping closer... closer... closer...

"Ready to die?" I said in such a bone-chilling voice, even I was shook by it.

Lola whirled around, her long blonde hair whipping around her. When she spoke, her accent wasn't Mythlandian. Or even Grimlandian. No. It was Mezalean.

"Please don't kill me-" she paused, her emerald eyes taking in my features. "Wait a second. Scott? Scott Smajor?"

Realisation sunk in. "Glowe." I said, ice freezing my voice almost solid.

She looked shocked. Thus was certainly going to be a fun kill.

"God. I haven't seen you in-"

"11 years. Right when I needed you most, you left."

"I had to-"

"Oh! You had to?!" I laughed, a cold, dark, sarcastic chortle, "Could have at least told me! Could have at least told your best. Friend."

"I was forced out!!"

"And now you're being forced out of living."

"No! Please!" My blade swung against her chest, dark blood immediately stemming from the wound. I slowly pulled away, letting the blood branding my blade mark the victim fallen to it. I wiped the dark, sticky, traitorous blood on my sleeve as she crumpled to the ground. Blood spilled onto the floor from the gaping wound I had left in her chest, staining the pavement red. She was dead.

As her body crumpled to the ground, a figure crested over the limp form.

Jimmy.

"Oh shiiiiii-" I started

"I am not even going to ask." He said, stepping over the crumpled body of my old best friend.

"Proabably best, Sunflower." We both chuckled.

"Why did you come here?" I asked, my face as red as the sunrise from the laughter and my boyfriends presence.

"To ask you something." He smiled before getting down on one knee.

I bit back a gasp.

"We've been dating for a while, but I've known I loved you since I lay eyes on you at that one funeral 11 years ago-" He pulled out a black box.

"And I've known I wanted to marry you since you first talked to me. I don't care if your job gets in the way of our free time, because this feels right."

"Will you marry me?"

"YES!!!"