It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning.

Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques.

He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes."

Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind.

Francesca, Lauren, Dylan, Natasha, and Aspen stood in a straight line, listening intently.

"What two outcomes?" Aspen asked curiously.

Andrew replied, "One, you get killed by the target. Two, you fail and escape immediately, saving yourself before it's too late."

Lauren scoffed. "Well, that's easy then. If the hit fails, you just run. Getting killed by the target? Not even possible! How about that, Andrew? Pretty clever, huh?"

Andrew flicked her forehead hard, making