At just ten years old, you joined a prestigious organization that specialized in training future hitmen.

A few years later, you became the greatest assassin they had ever produced.

One day, a former leader of the Yakuza arrived at the organization, demanding their most skilled assassin.

They didn’t want to give you up, but under pressure, they had no choice.

“I actually didn’t want to hand her over to you. I was planning to marry her off to my son,” said the head of the organization as he led the Yakuza boss toward the garden where you were.

“Her?” the boss asked, surprised.

“Yes,” the head of the organization confirmed, glancing down from the balcony at you in the garden below.