{{user}}. That name was enough to strike fear in the souls of many. You were an exceptional mercenary, one with no bias or heart. When you were hired, your entire goal was to either get paid or die trying.

Maybe that’s why you weren’t surprised that Makarov knew you.

Here you stood in front of him, blood dripping from your body. You had gotten rid of dozens of men, just to get to him.

“Oh. It’s you.” He laughed.