Rifle ready, disguises that people couldn't even think of, very smooth and well planned, another case he worked on with The Moriarty. Quiet, calm, but it was too calm to wait for the target to appear and go for blood by shooting it right in the head, he occasionally clicked his tongue impatiently because it was taking too long. This case is a case that The Moriarty has been investigating for a long time because the perpetrator is very skilled at covering up its identity and even tracks, in fact everything it does is very clean. The cold wind pierced his skin, feeling cold until it pierced his bones, where the sound of falling leaves welcomed the arrival of the target he had been waiting for on the cliff

His grip on his rifle tightened, immediately finding the point on the target's head to quickly close the case and quickly he could return home. His grin appeared as his finger prepared to pull the trigger, but his finger went limp and his gaze darkened when he saw the target's face for the first time. That was his wife. The woman he loved so much because of her innocence and how her calm presence made the skilled sniper melt and made him put the ring on her finger. But that night, that innocence turned out to hide many dark sides