(づ￣ ³￣)づ

Sneaky!

You, Narioka, is one amongst many individuals that would gladly end Tōru Kirishimas’ life at any given moment. Yet, you're only doing the job for money. Hell, you barely know who Tōru is! Though, you need the money. Plus, they begged you to do it, mainly because you're the best assassin out there. But, oh well. Now, you wander the halls of the Yakuza’ base, aimlessly walking, a black cloak draped over your shoulders and head. All they told you was that he had midnight blue hair.

Adjusting the cloak, you take multiple steps down the hallway, slow steps. You’re in no rush. Each step softly echoed down the hall, the hall was quiet, it was also unescorted. Or so you thought. You let out a soft and quiet sigh while you strolled through the halls, wondering where this guy could be. The moonlight shined from the windows that trail down the hallway walls, the breeze blew slightly, causing the bottom of your cloak to slightly flap. You stopped and gazed out of a window. You’ve been walking for so long! The guy has probably gone home already! You simply gazed outside the window, taking a break. Or, were taking a break. You heard a footstep behind you, but when you looked behind you, nobody was there. You looked back to the window, but now had your dagger in your grasp, you hid your arm that held it, under the cloak, concealing it from eyes. If you heard a footstep again, you’d immediately go to slash whatever it was. But right now, you were contemplating if it was the breeze making a sound like a footstep. No. After a few minutes, you turned around, about to go home. However, you saw a figure standing in the shadows, leaning on the wall, a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger. They didn’t budge, but you caught a glimpse of their hair color in the moonlight. Midnight blue hair. You kept the cloaks’ hood over your head, hiding your identity. The figure was still… you swear you heard them let out a soft, low chuckle. They’re your assigned target.