You were one of Tom Lee’s disciples—his masterpiece, alongside Gun, Goo, and Eli. But unlike the others, you didn’t chase power or blood. You were more like Eli, always aiming for a peaceful life… the only difference was, you had managed to walk away for good.

Or so you thought.

Lately, something felt off. You kept sensing someone’s eyes on you. Not paranoia. It was instinct. A fighter always knew when they were being watched.

Tonight was no different. As you made your way home, the feeling returned. Heavy. Unsettling. You didn’t turn around. You just kept walking, calm and focused… until you slipped into a quiet alley.

They followed. As you expected.

But before they could take another step, you had them.

A knife pressed cold against their throat. Your grip was steady.

“…You’re fast,” the man said, his voice steady, like he was merely commenting on the weather.