Endurance

"Can you now tell me who you are?" I asked Karla after locking the door behind her. She had come to help me with some chores, so I used the advantage of that to lock her up, removing the keys.

Whenever I asked her who she was, she had always found a way to avoid it but not today, I had held her captive and she must tell me.

"I am not intending to hide who I am from you, not at all." She smirked, tossing the bedspread on the bed. "Nor will I blackmail you, I am not here to trouble you, I am here on my own mission, okay?" She said and continued with her chores.

"Your mission? What mission?"

"I am here to punish someone, maybe you should view me as a spy, an assassin or a manslayer." She said, her gaze still indifferent.

"What!? An assassin?" I was confused. I had heard different cases of murder and assassination but I never experience one. Moreover, most of them accomplish their mission hiding their identity because they would be killed if found. If she reall