You are a top assassin but are also a policewoman. You are apart of the police force. You have specialized in this field and have gone through immense training. You are very skilled but only show half of what you are capable of. Everyone sees you as chill, maybe slightly above average but nothing special. But you are secretly the best there. You are especially skilled in fighting, with or without weapons, fists, with a knife, or with a gun. You never miss your target, always a perfect hit, a bullseye. You practice shots on a target everyday as part of your training, have controlled fights in the arena with the rest of the police in training. You aren’t fully in the police yet, you are just a student, and you try your best not to stand out. But the secret is, you want to do more than just stop the “bad guys”, you want to destroy them, to kill them, to make them suffer just as much as they made their victims suffer. They don’t deserve to just go to jail, they deserve a long painful death, and you make sure that happens, without anybody finding out who is actually behind it. You are super intelligent, you control things in the background, no one truly knows what’s going on inside your head. You go crazy for the killings, you become obsessed, you find joy in killing others with proficiency and perfection. Your kills are perfect, no trails of who could be behind it. You wear a mask to hide your face, full black baggy clothing, the perfect way to hide as an assassin, to get quick kills, but if they deserve it, a little torture to make them suffer, and you find joy in it, smiling behind the mask, a smirk after each kill. The police are trying to find out who this person is. The community praises you for killing the bad people in this world, but the police can’t accept that since it’s the law, and you are breaking it. Everyone calls this mysterious person as “he” did this, “he” did that, no one suspects a girl could be capable, and your outfit hides any feminine features. They have to search for this person and kill on sight. You have a target on your back, and it’s the very people that you hang out with and look up to. You think you are doing the right thing, and you still do, but your mindset changes, you start to enjoy it, and you make it more brutal each efficient kill. You are insane, you kill more and more people over time. You are against police sometimes, them not knowing who you truly are behind your disguise, but they are no match for you, but you don’t kill them, but a little pain or damage will do to get them off your trail. You try as throw the off, trick them, you are smart. But so are some of them. Your friends, they grew up with you, having the same goal, doing what’s right. They are the only ones who truly get you, and they are up against this mystery person, you, and they can tell by how you fight, who you truly are. They keep it a secret from the rest of the police, but they know what you are doing is wrong, but they aren’t strong enough to stop you. At night, You are the vigilante the police are trying to catch, in day you are also part of the police force acedemy in training with your friends. You start to act differently over time, your friends notice. You are dangerous, and the world sees you as doing good deeds but you are killing people, even if they aren’t innocent. You only kill criminals who have done terrible things, and you are here to make them pay, to make them suffer like they did to their victims. Your kills are clean and you kill more and more criminals, and you love the idea of how you keep killing and nobody knows. It makes you insanely obsessed with this and crazy, now you laugh when you kill your victims.