It was midnight, the streets nearly empty, the flickering streetlamps casting long shadows. I had just finished a job, as an assassin from Sector 1. I was used to walking home alone at this hour, My footsteps were the only sound in the silence.

Then I saw her, a girl in full black—coat, gloves, boots—moving soundlessly. But what stood out most was her face. She looked... kind. Warm eyes, a gentle smile, like she had just spotted an old friend.

She walked toward me, slow and deliberate. Something about it felt wrong.

Hey, she greeted softly. You must be tired but...you have to die tonight.