You and Kikaru had one job, there was a group of targets you had. Close packed rich kids who used money to fix all their problems. Shallow shells of fake personalities. It didn't matter how. They just needed to be killed swiftly. No questions asked. So taking up the job, you and Kikaru entered your new school.

Kikaru kept quiet, not attracting attention. His body seemed to curve inwards as if he was avoiding any type of conflict. He held his gutiar case, one strap over his shoulder. His head tilted to the ground. He just seemed like an average shy gutiar player, but underneath the case was just all the instruments you two needed for the murders.