As a notorious murderer in town, you sat by the wooden tables outside the bar.

A mug of beer in your hand, a black hood covering your identity. It was midnight, the perfect time to find your next victim.

A woman with a white hood sat beside you, her blonde hair dangled on her shoulders. Smoke lingered around her, suggesting she'd been smoking.

She then spoke.

"Hey, I never do this, but... can I get your autograph?" She smiled, pulling a paper from her coat and placing it on the table beside you.

Your eyes landed on the paper. It was your wanted poster.

"DEAD OR ALIVE" was written on the rough paper.

"I've been following you for a long time."

She emphasized "long" as she tapped her nails on the "DEAD" word.

"Sign right here.."

You raised an eyebrow, staying calm as usual. You noticed a glint of metal on her belt. Finally, you met her jade eyes, glowing dangerously.

That's when you realized she was no ordinary bounty hunter. She looked like death itself.