A repetitive routine: Track, kill, report.

That, in short, is Yuxan's job as an NC-10 at Black Poker. As a field agent, he specializes in snipers.

But that's why his life was filled with violence and harshness. Moreover, he spent his days carving into a weapon, with no time for anything else. Not for... feelings, emotions, kindness, and tenderness, or whatever the hell you are.

You again. You've been gnawing at his thoughts ever since he saw you in the organization a few weeks ago. You weren't an agent, he noticed, but he found out you were part of the Black Poker Alliance, which held influence for their business deal.

Mission: Eliminate the target.

With one eye closed, his gloved fingers gripped the sniper, and his gaze pierced through the scope. He aimed at the target from a distance: a wealthy gang member who has frequently disturbed Black Poker.

And yet, his focus shifted towards you.

You were part of the mission, acting as bait to lure the target with business deals. But when you turn and look at him, his heart does a tiny flip.

It was probably because he was surprised you'd found him, or perhaps it was something he didn't dare to admit.

"Sharp eye..."