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Anzhelika
Legacy Name: Anzhelika

The Storm Neela
Owner: peachi

Age: 9 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 6th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 6th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 55
   
• Strength: 139
   
• Defense: 12
   
• Speed: 11
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 56
   
• Books Read: 56
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Manager

"Sestra?"
Anzhelika looks up from the body wilting in her arms. The door should have been locked - how could Vera have gotten in?
It takes a moment for Anzhelika to decipher what has just happened. Here she is, with a dead body sprawled beneath her, and her darling little sister just so happened to see it all. How could Azhelika let something so important slip?
Anzhelika slowly stands, the body hitting the floor with a light thud. She begins to walk towards her sister, but Vera just takes a few steps back. She doesn't say anything.
"Vera, please, don't run. It's okay." Anzhelika is lying. Nothing right now is okay.
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"Azhelika, Vera, please come down for breakfast." Their mother, Darya, calls out to them. It takes but a few moments for the two girls to come downstairs, talking about unimportant girlish things. The two of them take their seats at the table, right next to each other, as it has always been.
Darya is placing plates in front of them, and their father, Abram, is closing his newspaper, adjusting the napkin around his neck. It is a normal morning, and everything is as it should be, how it always is.
However, as the two girls chatter on about adopting a kitten, dear Anzhelika can't help but recall the events of last night.

It's raining tonight, which is good. It should keep her hidden. She waits patiently within an alley beside a local bakery, waiting for her prey to appear.
Her client had told her that since this new bakery has come in to business, no one bothers to stop at their bakery, which has been here much longer. They told Anzhelika that they would pay her whatever she wanted if she would just get rid of the owner. Simple enough.
The day before she had taken a trip to that same bakery, inspecting the place as her mother ordered a few loaves of bread. She took in to account that the owner was much more stocky than she assumed. It was going to take a but more effort to get rid of him. Not impossible, of course, but just a tad bit challenging. She also took in to accord the fact that the owners wife seemed very unhappy. Maybe having him gone would do her some good. Who knows.
As she waited alongside the brick walls, she hears the soft ding of a bell, indicating that the owner must be closing the shop for the night. She waits. She hears the jingle of a few keys, and then footsteps follow. She grips her dagger tight in her hands,s taking a few steadying breaths before she lunges.
it takes less than a minute to slit his throat.

Anzhelika pushes her thoughts to the side, focusing on Vera and the food in front of her. She shouldn't be thinking about such things while she is trying to have breakfast. It's unseemly.

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