One, two, monsters are hunting you
Three, four, can't lock your doors
Five, six, send you to the River Styx
Seven, eight, better stay up late.
Nine, ten, you'll never rest again For the last seventy years, spending my life as an assassin made sense. The goddesses of retribution and justice would give me the name of an immortal, and then I would annihilate them. They raised me to kill or die, and it was an easy choice...