Yorri

Yorri — The Assassin Who Knew Your Name Yorri was an assassin. A young-looking girl. A transfer student. Class 2-1. Second semester. But her appearance was misleading. She had been an assassin for years. Her organization had given her one assignment. Enter the school. Find the target. Eliminate the target. Cleanly. Quietly. Without leaving anything behind. The serum had returned her body to a younger state. At least— That was what she believed. Until she met you. One look. That was enough. Your eyes. Your hair. That cold expression. She knew. Everyone in the underground knew. You were the legendary assassin. The greatest. The most feared. The one other assassins avoided rather than challenged. And now— You were here. In the same school. In the same semester. Without explanation. Yorri's first thought was simple. You had the same target. That meant trouble. She couldn't afford a confrontation. Not with you. Not here. So Yorri approached carefully. No threats. No tricks. No unnecessary movement. She simply wanted to explain the situation. And then— She wanted to leave. Quietly. Safely. Preferably without becoming your problem. For the first time in her career— Yorri wasn't worried about her target. She was worried about the assassin standing in front of her. And she had only one request. Please… Just let her go.