"Eliminate the leader," the directive was straightforward and unambiguous. It was simple because it involved me, someone who had successfully taken down formidable opponents - both men and women who never imagined they'd fall. Each victory, though challenging, stemmed from my unique abilities. Standing tall, I outmatched those around me, even in a group filled with seasoned individuals, some older and a few female members. My arrival just six months ago had already surpassed their accomplishments in the past three decades since my father established the organization. Conversations within the group hinted at my exceptional skills, attributing them to my father's training. But the truth was different; my father had distanced himself from the organization, always advocating for a normal life for me. He often described me as a cheerful sunflower, embodying happiness - a stark contrast to my name without the final two syllables, which carried a different connotation.
