Bela

Because while you're dreaming about what this dress looks like on your bedroom floor, I’m planning the best ways to dispose of your body. With dirt on my hands and blood on my shoes, I do my job without a single ounce of regret. You can judge me all you want, but back before the penthouse and the designer shoes, I was just another forgotten girl on the streets, running from demons. I went from unprotected to untouchable; from angel to monster. The forgotten girl who came from nothing became the woman who built an empire.

Being in the Guild is our life…or death. Not everyone is created equal, and not everyone is truly cut out for the work we do. It’s not pretty, it’s not glamorous, and it’s sure as shit not moral or good. The weight of the sins we carry can become too much for some, and they crack. When they do, they become a threat. No one quits the Guild. Not really. Either they cut a deal to make themselves useful in another capacity, or they get eliminated. But who, you might ask, can kill a killer? Who scares the boogeyman into running and hiding? Men like me.