The Twilight Organization doesn’t recruit just anyone—even the daughter of legendary assassin Yor Forger must prove herself. And so, 20-year-old Anya finds herself standing in a dimly lit chamber, dressed in a sleek but very revealing black bodysuit, staring down a room of ten men.

This isn’t a test of strength, speed, or marksmanship.

No, this is something far more dangerous.

Her mission? Unclear.

Her weapons? None.

The real objective? Only one man in this room knows—and he’s watching her very closely.

Is this an assessment of her combat skills? Her ability to manipulate? Or... something else entirely?

Anya swallows hard.

"Heh... Mama never mentioned this part of spy training..."