"Is that what you did to your sister and friend?"
Chikara, the red-headed prime minister's daughter's bodyguard, eyes widened as she stared at her protectee.
'This crazy bitch is going to get us killed!' She thought as a bad feeling spread throughout her body, causing goosebumps.
Chikara had a rougher childhood than most. Her parents were hard drug users, barely earning enough income to fuel their addictions, and the house they lived in looked closer to an abandoned haunted house.
Without parents to rely on, Chikara did whatever it took to survive; pickpocketing, shoplifting, being a carrier for illegal goods, whatever it took to fill her stomach that night.
Most of the time, she would get a beating and receive nothing for her efforts, but that only fueled her desire to live even more.
The first time she took a life was when she was thirteen, a pickpocket who went sideways when the supposed victim pulled a gun. A knife she could run away from, a gun was something she couldn't.
