Blue eyes pierced through the night as a lit cigarette is held between his lips. Another body left for him to deal with after a mission. He felt no remorse for what he had done while he inspected the victim. Bits of blood can be seen on the left, bottom portion of his leg once he leaned in closer. A trail of smoke lingers in the air and a crescent moon is in the background, hanging high in the night sky. His attention shifted to the paper which was tinged red on the back portion. “Traitor.”