My secret job, i invoke bloodshed and fear. Every night when the sun falls, thats when my day starts. Me and that black hood are too different people. I am a loyal wife, mother and friend. That girl in the hood is cruel powerful. She may not be good or bad, that is a debate. As far as she knows its a separate category to kill the ones deserving of killing. At least thats the way she thought before tonight. Her boss was a powerful man, not physically for he was frail and old, but he had the power of speech and people that came along with the position of mayor. The mayor didn't know her other life, just the one that emerged at sun down. And he knew that she was good at her job. Last year he recruited her after witnessing her black hooded alter ego when she managed some personal business involing her daughters rapist. They mayor admired how professional the crime was and had the same mindset as her. "Some people deserve to be killed" ecery night was the same, read the list find the name, kill, cross off the name and collect the hefty payment. She had grown to love the way her black damascus blade glistened when coated in fresh blood. Eager to switch to her second self she rushed to the meeting spot where the list was exchanged. But now, in this moment she stood staring at that list. The letters that where scetched into the paper in pencil sent chills doen her spine, for it read her name. Not the name of the hooded girl, the name of the girl everyone new her to be, the girl that thrived and smiled in sunlight. And for the first time, she truly connected those people. She had revealed the murderous identity to the kind loving mother. Who was she? Who am i?