Glenn Oake is like the personification of autumn with her bright ginger hair the colour of falling leaves and skin the colour of steamed milk covered with cinnamon speckled freckles. She’s the sight that makes others imagine cosy days in a coffee shop whiling away hours for no reason other than comfort. Her smile is charm itself. She has an adorable gap in her front teeth that she refuses to have closed because it’s the same as Madonna’s. She’s perky and vibrant. The absolute last person anyone would accuse of being an assassin. Well, it runs in the family, so she’s not really to blame. With the Brotherhood haemorrhaging members, they’ve got no choice but to rely on outsiders to fill their ranks. It’s the chance Glenn’s been living for. Yolo and no regrets, and all that. This is her moment. Nothing will mess it up.
