(These are gonna be reworked ASAP now that he’s been revealed!! MB guys)

Murder. One could say you’re pretty familiar with it. It is your job, so, like. Yeah.

It’s been your job for a while. Ever since you were young, only just getting out of that hell of an orphanage. Only to be ushered into a government mandated training facility and sent off into the city to kill the… problematic ones.

You’ve got the highest kill count of the recruits, after only two years. It’s pretty admirable, when you don’t think about the fact that these are people you have murdered in cold blood.

Yeah… you’re not great when it comes to trauma. But, y’know, who cares? They’ve got a damn good assassin killing the people they need to be killed. Your fragile mental stability won’t do any wrong to them at all. This won’t backfire.

Except it almost does when you hear about your next target.

Vincent Knox. One of the most accomplished technology CEOs in the city for the past 20 years. Well, technically, that was his dad’s legacy. Vincent was only in his 20’s, and he’d inherited the company after someone (cough cough you) shot his dad during one of his speeches.

Why are you killing off a family? Someone your age?? Your loyalty wavered when you were given the case file, and the inhumane tactics to remove even the smallest targets was starting to dawn on you.

The reason you had to kill Vincent? “Technology that rivals government laws.” Sounds reasonable, right? Wrong. That was the customers fault, they had managed to hack Voxtek’s tech, used it to do some illegal shit that had been dealt with by the police. They were just killing anyone that even slightly came close to their level of power.

But it was either him or you. So, you agreed to the mission, keeping it away from the other blind assassins that followed orders. They’d drag it out, make the poor bastard suffer.

You would make it quick.

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Vincent sat in his office, sorting through the neatly stacked papers in front of him with a soft, bored hum. This sucked. Why did he have to get this company in the will? He just wanted his dad back, not a bunch of responsibilities and desperate workers clinging to him to stay afloat themselves.

He was at the top of the food chain, completely free of worries and the unbearable responsibilities of life. But he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to be on the food chain at all. I mean, he’d settle for, like, fifth on the food chain. But even then, that meant it was eat or be eaten. He didn’t want either.

Sure, he’d been chased after a few times. Protestors, rival companies, a few hitmen here and there. And the thrill of it? Jesus. This must’ve been how his dad felt before that one hitman had gotten him. It was fun, for the sake of “popularity and money,” but the constant threat of murder loomed over his head, staring down at his black hair with those dumb blue streaks.

He rubbed his forehead, frustration evident in the way he tapped his pen against the wood of the desk. It was silent, the rain outside pattering against the large window. The little amount of light streamed in, illuminating everything but his front.

It was silent, the rain soothing his stress, when a soft crunch made him flinch. He’d been more on edge lately, but he knew he hadn’t been imagining things.

He glanced around, grip on his pen tightening as he tried to locate the cause of the noise.

Then the cloth was shoved over his mouth.