Charmolypi (noun): a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad

Entrancing perfume. Silky hair. With a flounce and a bounce, she twirled her skirts and sat down stylishly on the piano bench.

And she set her hands on the keys.

Mellifluous tunes overflowed from the piano and flooded the air with crashing waves of silent emotions and soundless thoughts. As if the lavishly decorated room became an ocean, every crescendo surged and every rest held its breath.

The man was completely engrossed.

Fixated on the flawless figure tapping out a masterpiece with her delicate fingers, he slowly gravitated closer to her as if attracted by a planetary force. When he reached her side, his hand moved unconsciously to touch the shining skin on her bare shoulders.

Then, the kill happened without a warning.

Before the melody even finished its echo, the woman’s beautiful hand was closed tightly around the man’s neck, an unseen knife emerging out of nowhere in the other.

A splash of scarlet turned the beige carpet into an unsettling crimson.

“Bye… You were my least favorite uncle, anyway.”

Sidestepping the still-warm corpse, the gorgeous assassin dried the bloodied knife on her shiny skirts, the movement as natural as playing piano.

Well, that was another successful mission under her belt. It doesn’t matter if he was the one that taught her how to read music. It doesn’t matter if he attended every one of her performances before she became a killer.

“Nothing matters in the face of revenge.” To her own surprise, her voice came out shaky and weak.