God did not create everyone perfect, and we just have to accept it. When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are. But there are also a few people who value's perfection over everything. Like my parents.

I heaved a deep sigh before I assembled my equipment’s that I will need for the mission I was assigned to. I am Luca Andriel Villanueva also known as Aizen, the world's leading hitman.

"Target sighted," I said as I look through my scope, I am currently in Ainsworth Palace, the view was ecstatic, but I do not have time to admire the place, the duke should be killed before the king arrives.

"Well, well, if it isn't my rival. What are you doing here this early Aizen?" I clicked my tongue as I slowly face him. He's Raegan Hudson, he is what you folks call the pro.

A man who did not take years of practice just to get to his position. He has this pretty arrogant attitude, which is why I dislike him the most. And apparently, he considers me as his rival since my goal is to make it to the highest rank.

"Stop pestering me and fuck off Hudson. Now move aside, I must do my job, " I said as I nudge him out of my way.

"What if I don't? What are you going to do?" he prompted. I closed my eyes and tried to conceal my anger.

I was about to lecture him about code and ethics when a ranging bullet passed through and pierced inside my body. Giving me no chance to defend myself. I saw myself falling down the tall building losing every bit of my consciousness.

Before I could fully fall, I saw shock on Hudson's face. If it was not him who ordered to kill me then who did?

Is this the end of your life Aizen? No! I refuse to accept my fate! But then again maybe this is God telling me that this is the starting line of profound change?

I do not have to kill anyone anymore just so I could continue living like a normal person. I smiled genuinely at that thought, I slowly closed my eyes as I let the pain eat me.

***

I woke up frantically and found myself on a white bed. Was I hospitalized? I roamed my eyes around the area, but the never-ending white background was all I could grasp.

But what happened? How am I alive? Where is this place? How am I the only one in here? Can this apparently be heaven? Am I actually dead?

I was cut off my thoughts when it suddenly became so bright. Is this it? Will I now ascend to heaven?

I spread my arms and welcomed the light, but I got exhausted waiting but still nothing happened.

"Are you done?" A man sitting right in front of me suddenly blurted out after I withdrawn my arms from that embarrassing stunt.

Who is this douche? Is he Saint Peter? But he is too young to be that guy.

" I won't make this long dear child, our boss from above granted you the chance to live another life contrary to the fact that you killed his children." I listened intently but I still cannot believe this is happening.

" You experienced an unrighteous death dear child so in your next life you would not experience the same thing again, are you ready? " My eyes widened when he suddenly asked that.

Just a second! I still have tons of questions to ask! I screamed but my voice cannot be heard. The man in white smiled at me purely and closed his eyes as he brought his glowing hand to my chest.

Right then I felt myself falling, the angel was still talking but all I could understand was his words of good luck. Good luck? Good luck for what?

When I opened my eyes, I gasped for air and found myself bedridden. I heard a faint sob beside me and saw a house cleaner in great shock.

"Young lady Kamila is awake! Inform the master!" the house cleaner hysterically shouted at everyone outside the door.

What is this? What is happening? And did I hear that right? Young lady? Kamila? Who the fuck is that?

The maid is still crying whilst holding my hand." You," I said and pointed at her. “Who are you calling young lady here? And who's Kamila?" I asked, but instead of answering me she started bawling her eyes and crying again.

Sigh. My ears are starting to hurt because of this woman. I glanced at the entrance when two aged couple came running inside along with two men behind them.

"How's Kamila? We heard she is awake," the old dude said as he caresses his wife's back.

"Master, the young miss seems to be experiencing memory loss." All eyes were on me now. The woman sat beside me in closed tears and stroked my hair.

"Kamila my precious daughter, don't you remember mommy?" The woman asked.

I cocked my head and pushed her away from me slowly. "I'm sorry Ma'am but why do everyone keep calling me young miss? I am a grown man, and my name is not Kamila, but Luca. I do not know how you managed to mistake me from her, but I think you got the wrong person," I said as politely as I could.

All their faces were in shock, the man who I think is the head of the house called out his assistant.

"Contact Isaac Trazona right now! My daughter needs to undergo a full body check up!" he said.

And then men in black suits came after me and carried me out of the house. Hold up! Where are they taking me?! How am I, his daughter?! I am a man!

I tried to break loose, but my body felt so weak." Do not worry princess, you will get better soon. And then you will remember your handsome brothers," he said and gave me a wink. What the fuck?!