The streets filled with laughter. A young girl about age five sat in a murky puddle by the passenger door of an old sedan. A crowd of kids her age and older were howling in laughter at the sight.

Her dark brown pigtails were wet, her yellow long socks were turning a dirty green color, and her round face was stained with mud. Nobody offered to help her up or help her. So, she sat in the mud crying while a few kids got their kicks.

All of the sudden, a huge rock pummeled into the head of a boy in the crowd. The boy let out a shrill cry and held his hands up to his bleeding head. Once he dropped to his knees in pain, the attacker was soon revealed.

It was a boy, older than most of the kids in the crowd, with black hair and a lip ring. The kids looked over to him in fear. He was tossing a large rock in his right hand while wearing a very pissed off expression.

"So, who's next?" he asked. The crowd of children scattered away as the boy began walking towards the crying five-year-old. The girl looked in horror at her new threat and pulled her arms over her head in fear.

Still approaching her, the boy threw down the rock and easily lifted the girl out of the puddle and onto the hood of the sedan. The young girl moved her arms to stare in awe. He didn't look angry anymore. Instead, he looked at her with a pitiful expression.

That was a long time ago. Mai sat in a glass room in a comfortable guest chair. Her fingers tapped on the dark granite table while thinking about her past. It had been a very long time since that happened. It was the first time anyone stood up for her.

Mai smiled at the thought, because it was also the last time anyone ever did. Breaking out of her thoughts, she shifted her black rimmed glasses as her boss entered the room.

"Good to see you again, Mai." Geneva greeted.

"As it is for me to see you." Mai replied.

"I've heard a few rumors around the base that you're going to retire. You're still young and assignments are pouring in for you. I hope those rumors aren't true."

"I'm afraid they are. It's about time I hung up the toys and sit out for this round. Pointless killing doesn't seem to appeal to me anymore." Mai replied nonchalantly as she stood from her seat.

"You know, the only way out is death." Geneva called out as Mai prepared to leave.

"Mother, you couldn't kill me even if you tried. I'm far too good for you to take out." she smirked as she left the glass room.

It had been a room that she had come to know for years as the Gateway. If you wanted to enter or leave the society, you had to meet your boss there. She had watched promising young assassins begin and end in that room.

When she was younger, she used to assure herself that she would never enter that room again. As totally apparent, she had, and had been the only one to leave that room for the second time alive.

It had been at least eleven years since Geneva had adopted her and had introduced her into the Crimson Maidens. Since that day, Mai gained a name and a reputation as a cold blooded killer.

Taking out a record thirty four targets in her first five years, Mai was easily ranked as one of the deadliest and most high payed assassins in the business. The nickname "Angel of Death" seemed to suit her well back then.

Now, it was time for her to leave. The endless cycle of blood and violence was beginning to become a little too much for the nineteen year old. Many innocent lives were lost because of her, but it really didn't bother her.

No, it was more the lack of freedom than anything. Her targets were mostly rich, greedy snobs with no clue that their days were numbered. The rest were either other assassins or political figures. Only few were rare.

It was just that Mai couldn't do the things regular girls her age could. She never really went to a real school or had any real friends. To everyone, she was just a cold, unfeeling killing machine, and back then she didn't care.

As she walked out of the agency, other assassins looked at her in shock. They saw that she had her bags packed and everything. All that was going through their minds was that she could be quitting for good. A bullet would have been in her brain if she had.

Mai looked up into the sky. It was cloudy, so she began wondering if it would rain. Instead of worrying, she smiled. This was her chance at freedom and she wouldn't make a mistake.