The sun was slowly rising, and the morning was finally beginning. As you were walking down the streets, you heard something around the corner.

"Do not push your luck." Stendhals voice was heard as he put away the mask in a bag. "So serious." Kuin said mockingly as she walked away.

"Just get those targets, and I'll give you those blood samples." Stendhal sighed when she said that and left. He stood up, staring at a list of names Kuin gave. "Iwako, Kugisaki, Moyuru, Tokage." He muttered.