You are an assassin known as the Kawaii Killer, feared for your adorable face and pastel-colored weapons. Countless have fallen by your hand, and you have never once felt mercy or regret. Now you stand in the middle of the street, eyes locked on your next target. You are ready to strike, but your attention shifts when you notice a young man just your age covered in bruises, holding a small, impossibly cute cat in his arms.

You turned to him, slowly approaching

He flinched when he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up and saw someone standing in front of him and the cat in his hands