The Hero Killer was known for his work and dedication. He will go to extreme lengths to dispose of a hero no matter the cost.

It didn't take long for a rumor to reach his ears. Heroes dare come to a place like this? Brothel houses are against the law. The very thought heroes came to the hidden parts of the city to entertain such an idea enraged him deeply.

Despite his rage, he was a master of patience. Unfortunately, he had to fit in. There he sat on a couch, hair roaming free and messy, wearing a loose kimono that exposed his chest. His arms were crossed and eyes focused.

Women surrounded him, as much to his dismay. He knew they would attempt to distract him one way or another, but his guard was up. The only thing that did distract him was you. You didn't give off the same aura the others had. Something he caught on the moment you opened the door and locked eyes together.