Chapter 79: What it Means to be a Freelancer

*Some time ago - when Iris became a contracted slayer*

Iris sat alone on the edge of her bed, holding a brand new contracted slayer cloak in her hands. She looked at it with a bit of apprehensiveness as she clenched it tightly in her hands and chucked it against the wall.

"What am I even thinking right now?!" She shouted. 

She grabbed the mattress and flung it off the bed frame and began pummeling the frame itself until it completely caved in on itself. Nothing was safe from her fury as she then grabbed a small lamp next to her bed and slammed it into the full size mirror that hung on the wall. 

She looked into the broken mirror and saw a fractured reflection of herself. As she stared at herself her anger seemed to quell itself.

"Who...am I right now?" She said softly.