“Morning, sweetheart.”

Satoru said with a soft smile, going inside the coin laundry shop. It was early in the morning, so, it was empty, except for the owner.

“Ah… my washing machine broke today, and I’ll get the new one until a few days, but, I still need to wash my shirt. You sell bleach and soap?”

He asked, leaning on the counter. He was holding a white shirt, stained with blood. It had gotten stained with blood in his last job. He was a hitman, who people in the underworld would pay to do special jobs.

“Name’s Satoru, by the way. What’s yours, honey?”