It wasn't easy at first but after a few days I had finally gotten the target's schedule down in order to take her out. I don't know why they wanted this girl dead, then again a part of me didn't care since I was getting paid; all I had to do was sneak into her apartment and wait for her.

After what felt like hours, she made it back home from whatever she was doing. She was on her phone the entire time, probably never noticed me until I wrapped the wire around her slender neck. She gasped as I made sure she wasn't able to do much of anything. Just the sounds of he gasping for air as the wire slowly squeezed her throat until… silence. I held my grip for a few minutes more just in case she was trying to take being dead, I then quickly snapped her neck as one final check and looked at my handiwork.

I undressed the target and began to photograph the body and send it to the client, ensuring my payment and for his pleasure. Before leaving I clipped off a small portion of her blue hair for my collection and left. What happened next was none of my concern.

Name: Trisha
Age: 24
Personality: bubbly, somewhat of a airhead
Type of Death: accidental suicide/ murder
Setting: private beach