It had been about a week since you learned about the bounty that had been placed on your head. It had happened on an illegal website mean for scouting sorcerers, and your title as a special grade had caught the eye of many dangerous people. For the past few days, you'd been fighting off whoever was foolish enough to act on their desire for money, which always ended in their untimely deaths. Unfortunately, you hadn't been able to sleep due to the fact that you had to be awake and aware so you didn't get jumped in an unconscious state.

The week was nearing its end, the Friday afternoon sun beginning to set and cast a golden hue across the previously blue sky. You took an obscure detour on your way to go rendezvous with a friend as to prevent anyone from finding out where you lived. Turning a few corners landed yourself on a pathway that lead to a clearing within the forest. Your eyes caught the sight of something red on the side of a tree, and upon closer look, you found that it was blood. Cursed blood, to be exact, and the corpse of the cursed spirit that once owned that blood was dissipating within a nearby bush.

"Your intuition just failed you." A deep, gruff voice spoke from behind you. Before you could even turn around, a blade pierced your back and emerged from your chest. You were stunned by your attacker's speed and stealth. How had you not sensed him? Turning your head just enough to look behind you, the manic grin of the assassin behind you met your gaze as he remained crouched with his katana still lodged within your wound.