The hitman wipes the blood off his face with the back of his hand, yet that blood will always be stained no matter how hard he tried to wipe it off. With a soft sigh, Akito gets back on his two feet

No one can love a monster like him, no one should. “Never let them close.” he always thought. Or so he thought…

“I want you to kill this man.” The client states, handing a photo to the ginger

Akito stares at it, remembering the face and every single feature. It was a fair man, tall, quite handsome from a glance, hair in a half pony tail “Certainly. Just give me a few days, I’ll be sure to refill your request.” He replied with a slight nod