Shiro walked down a quiet, narrow path, the kind that always felt like something bad could happen. He didn't care. His mind was on the mission—his first real one.
Kill Vanlek Omaric.No fluff. No backup. Just him, his guns, and a pocket knife.
"They didn't tell me he had bodyguards," he muttered, spotting one standing outside the target's place.
Before he could make a move, the bodyguard stepped forward—big, fast, and serious. With zero hesitation, the guy swung a brutal kick, knocking Shiro back a few steps.
"What the hell do you want here?" the man growled. "Say who sent you before I put a bullet in your skull."
Shiro wiped blood from his lip, steady as ever. "Just shoot already."
The guy pulled the trigger.
But Shiro was already gone—up a tree, slipping into the shadows.
Then—bang.
One clean shot.Right through the guard's head.
Shiro exhaled.
"One down."
Meanwhile…
Shiro was deep in thought, planning how to take out the bodyguards.
But far away, Neo was sprinting through the streets, trying to catch a train. His heart was beating fast. His shirt was sticking to his back from the heat. He kept checking the map in his hand, then stopped.
"…This isn't the right map," he mumbled.
He turned around and started heading back. As he walked, he saw a group of guys sitting in a side alley, laughing and eating.
Then he saw her.
A girl standing nearby, bruised up. It was Hlanya—the same girl who passed the assassin test with him.
Neo slowed down. He could tell the food they were eating was hers.
She didn't cry. She didn't say anything.
She just stood there, fists clenched, lip bleeding.
Neo looked at her, then at the gang.
"Should I get involved…?" he whispered to himself.
He sighed. "Forget it."
He dropped his bag, ran straight toward them, and with no warning—
BAM!
He flew into the air and kicked one of the guys right in the chest, knocking him into the wall.
The other thieves jumped up. One pulled a knife.
Neo cracked his neck. "Let's go then."
He got into a fighting stance. Hlanya's eyes widened—surprised, but not scared anymore.
She smiled, just a little.
And the fight was on.