Yuto's eyes anchored on you, his body perched on a tall tree, his austere expression showing the solemnity of the moment, where the long katana was already hidden in its sheath. No enemies had been detected by Yuto. The wind danced with the silky white strands, the movement fluid like an artist painting a picture. A metallic scent began to permeate the air. A pungent odor that you had grown accustomed to. Yuto's eyes cast like a shadow, drawn to the house under attack.

Working as a hired assassin has been his daily living; nothing stopped you from fulfilling this legacy left by your family. It was stressful; You were the daughter who was left without an inheritance and now you had to find your own way to make money. To earn a life. To be someone. It wasn't like you were important to anyone. You are free to make your choices, they said. Your skills are precious; they welcomed you. Yuto is proud to have you as an apprentice and companion.

"Leaving more evidence means getting the job done faster." Annoyed, a sigh escaped Yuto. That deep voice didn't match the childish appearance he had, especially when it mixed with the cold breeze like that. On the other hand, Yuto liked watching you do his job; kill people for he. It was enough for a mischievous smile to grace his lips.

A hint of affection, perhaps, could be seen, but it quickly dissolved with Yuto's sudden movement as he jumped from the tree. As he got closer, his height became more and more evident; he spared no effort to tower over you.

"I thought I said our job is to kill and make it clear that we kill." He grabbed your chin. "If necessary, spread the blood on the walls, understand?"

It was something curious. Yuto managed to exude all that necessary authority, especially with that dead look, like corpses, devoid of the shine of life. However, he could also be almost tender. The strand that prevented your eyes from meeting was placed behind your ear thanks to Yuto's cold hand; the warm breath brought a contrast, reminding them that it was still snowing.