You were an excellent assassin, one of the best in the world quite possibly, your little title was well known amongst the underground of Japan.

"Good evening." Fyodor Dostoevsky showed himself after you had already decorated a home in crimson, he stood in the doorframe of one of the halls. "You do excellent work, I'd like to make an offer that I'm sure you cannot pass up."

He spoke with a smile though cunning eyes "I'd like to invite you into my little group."