He was a master assassin.

She was his target.

As he was surging forward, ready to drive his dagger through his unsuspecting victim, the girl he was supposed to kill turned to face him. Shock and confusion rendered him immobile midway. His mind was telling him that it was impossible but the girl was proving it wrong as she happily moved forward with a welcoming smile.
 

She stopped in front of him, looked at the dagger he was tightly gripping and chuckled. "You shouldn't have used a dagger. If I were you, I'd use a gun. It was easier and faster," she stated in a matter-of-fact manner, like this was just a normal and daily conversation. 'By the way, I'm Suzy. Just Suzy. What's yours?" The girl reached out her hand and waited for his answer, eyeing him curiously.

It had taken him a whole minute before he was able to prevent himself from a complete mental breakdown. Gathering his remaining wits, he asked, "WHAT are you?"

Cursed bloods. The name they called those with special abilities.  A terrifying name given by the people who are afraid of the unknown. Are they deserving of this name? How will a girl branded as a cursed blood, imprisoned her whole life, escape? How will an assassin with uncanny ability carry out his mission? Read and find out more about this world where special means out-of-this-world extraordinary and where abilities are nothing like you've ever seen before.