I was raised to become a flower,
one whose entire body was refined to be poison.
Though I was graced with the honor of being declared Hassan-i-Sabbah,
I, betrayed our Lord.
There was a wish, I yearned for.
A dream, that made this body ache.
I want to touch someone.
I want to stay close to someone.
I want to feel someone's warmth.
I want to be able to do what everyone else can!
...I don't want to kill anyone.
But, I exist for the sake of killing.
I kill and kill. A touch, and I kill. A caress, and I kill. A dance, and I kill.
A hug, and I kill. A kiss, and I kill.
No matter what I want.
I am a weapon that continues to kill. An assassin. A fatal poison.
Regardless of what may happen, that alone shall never change.
I, shall end up killing... you as well.