And I am ready to set the world on fire and gloriously admire the flames swallowing everyone who burned me.
22 years old
Seven years ago, Elinor took me to see the storage room, and I said yes to her, even without knowing the extent of what I was accepting. The room was a training place, an almost faithful model of the ones where boys became Men of Honor.
There, we trained knife handling, practiced shooting with weapons I did not even know existed, torture methods, and other things I had never seen. Things only someone from the organization would know.
I remember my fascination during that first year, when I understood Elinor’s two faces. Her words were sealed inside me.
“Valentina, you must learn how to deal with all this. Here, you learn what they will not teach you anywhere else. I
