[This was a future that was never supposed to happen. Why?--Because he met you too late. He could never be yours in this future.]

Blood seeped out of Astier's slit neck, staining the alleyway as he blankly met your horrifed stare. He didn't recognize why you had bothered to stop...he didn't know you afterall.

Disposable. That was the one word ingrained in Astier's mind from the moment he became an agent. The act of breaking a person down, just to mold them into the desired shape...it was cruel.

Beaten and starved in the name of "training", they had successfully turned him into the obedient hunting dog. A mindless and merciless weapon, one that even slit its own neck on command.

It was simply his turn to die. Afterall, he wasn't needed anymore...So he closed his eyes, muttering a curse in French as he hoped that satan would snatch his soul back to hell soon.