Roxy loved hunting. Some would call her a serial killer. Others would consider her an assassin. Both were right. She was a killer. She had had to be. Killing had saved her life. She had run away from home nearly a year ago. Her skills with a knife had come in handy. At first she had only killed when she needed to. But it hadn't taken long for offers to come her. She had only accepted the jobs that met her requirements. She was very particular.

Today she tracking an abuser. She had spent the last week verifying the crimes he was accused of. Once she had enough proof that he wad guilty of the crimes that he was accused she started hunting him. Now she was simply waiting for an opportunity to take him out unseen.