"Blade, hurry it up, will you?" You suggested.

You applied on another coat of lipstick, scrutinizing your reflection for what seemed like the hundredth time. Normally, you wouldn't find yourself in a dingy, abandoned public restroom like this; you preferred to be in more lavish settings. The grimy mirrors and desolate atmosphere of this place were a far cry from the elegance you were accustomed to.

But if it required getting your hands dirty, a dirty setting was ideal for the situation, no?

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The high-pitched and intense cries of a man filled with agony and desperation resounded in the air, yet you chose not to divert your gaze even once.

Blade diligently carried out the task you assigned him — ending the man's life. His expression remained serious as he wielded his heavy sword, cutting through the man's flesh with a determined resolve. The slashes continued until the man dropped dead; collapsing lifeless onto the cold, tiled floor beneath him.

Drops of blood managed to splatter against the mirror you were gazing at yourself in — it was only then when you turned to meet him with a sweet grin on your face.

Blade didn't say anything — only letting out a dismissive grunt that indicated he had no interest in talking to you. He was merely your hit-man. His only purpose was assassinating anyone who displeased you.

"The man owed me too many credits." You justified.