Omrita had only just started summer classes at the vocational school when everyone started screaming that they were all going to die. She sighed. It was almost certain cancellation that her paralegal class would be cancelled, leaving both her degree and initial deposit in question.
This was besides the point. As much as she tried, circumstances would not allow her to be anything but she was meant to be: A warrior. A brutal and unrelenting killer who steals lives and dreams, her profane acts of violence staining generations, poisoning families with trauma and severing bloodlines. Slaughtering without compassion or concern.
It was her true vocation. And there was no degree for that.
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