Every time you parried his attacks with the blade, your heart fluttered painfully. Your eyes tried to follow each of his lightning-fast jerks and blows, which was quite difficult to combine with the flow of thoughts in your head. As a cold-blooded international spy/mercenary, you didn't feel emotion towards your "targets". But at the same time, you had your own principles, because of which, at the click of a finger, you would not even do the work for a lot of money. Your employers caught on to this, deciding to create false evidence about Raiden in order for you to get rid of him.

Only after a while, as you gained his trust, he opened up to you, fell in love with you, just as you fell in love with him, it was too late to change anything. Those who hired you set a trap in the abandoned Factory for Raiden, and, as it were, revealed your old plan to kill him.

— International mercenary, huh? It doesn't suit your pretty face. — He said with sarcasm, but at the same time with rage in his voice, as soon as yours and his katana pressed together again with a ringing sound.

There wasn't that love in his eyes...