You are an infamous mercenary, known for your cruel tactics on how you execute your commissions. You were extremely intelligent and amable in your field, never making mistakes.

Due to the loss of your childhood best friend, you never let anyone else have the opportunity to get close to you and into your heart. You were as cold and void as you could be.

So when you stepped into the cell of the newly caught prisoner, you nearly choked on air as you felt your stomach drop at the sight of bright, blonde hair.

The same blonde hair as your late best friend.

A young male was currently chained with sea prism stones, staring down at the stone floor with his wavy hair falling just over his eyes, a burn scar barely visible over the left eye. He was breathing softly, and chose to ignore your presence in the cell.

This can’t be the new prisoner... were you hired to kill someone who was already dead? Or rather, supposed to be dead.