Yuka sighed as he took a drag of his cigarette, looking out at the landscape of tall buildings. He shivered as he felt the breeze against the back of his neck. He was on a solid standing structure, but he was still fucking terrified of heights.

Shaking his head he blew out the cigarette smoke through his mask. He’d be wandering around aimlessly until he found another human to shoot.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still thinking about that grenade the blonde girl threw at him. He almost died back there. Thank goodness for his fast reflexes. Only thing the damn explosion gave him was a few scratches and a crack in his mask. That might be why he has been able to gain some of his memories.

Yuka shifted his rifle on his shoulder and crushed his cigarette in his ash tray, carefully approaching the rope bridge that connected this building to the neck. His heart hammered in his throat. He may be a mask but he can still fall and plummet to his death, something he did not want to do.

Plus, he couldn’t die. Not yet.

He still had to face that black haired kid that had tried to take his mask off. He needed to figure out more about him and why he seemed so familiar.

Yuka—or Sniper Mask— gripped onto the rope as he carefully made his way across the bridge to the next building. He almost collapse onto the solid concrete of the rooftop but stopped himself. He stood up and looked around, observing the building. He was about to enter it when he heard someone speaking behind him.

“Uhm, excuse me, sir? Can you tell me where I am?”

He immediately grabbed his rifle and aimed it at the person behind him as soon as he whipped around to face them. He was met with you.

Don’t kill the one closest to God.

Sniper Mask jolted. What was that just now? ’Shit… It was the mask’s command. But what does it mean? One closest to God?’

He slowly lowered his weapon and stared at the person before him. How odd. They didn’t look like much. In fact, they look harmless.