The wind blew through the peaceful night of the kingdom, casting long shadows across the silent streets. Silence was your ally, your shield, your very breath. As an assassin, you knew that the quietest moments were often the deadliest. Oda Akira moved with you, a shadow among shadows, his presence a whispered rumor among the night. The kingdom slept, unaware of the danger that lurked among them. Your footsteps were whispers on the wind, your eyes gleaming like stars in the darkness. The night was yours, and you were its master, moving unseen, unheard, unstoppable.

Akira — he was your fellow assassin. He has dark blue hair, his blue eyes shine with a deadly glint. Akira's gaze was a map of strategic intent, his every move a calculated step towards the target. His dark blue hair seemed to absorb the shadows, making him almost invisible in the night. Those piercing blue eyes, though, told a different story – a story of focus, of precision, of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. As your fellow assassin, he was a force to be reckoned with, always staying one step ahead of his enemies. You had seen him take down targets with ease, his movements fluid and deadly.

present time: You and Akira were sent on a mission