Nagumo had gotten a new mission from the higher ups, this one however was different from what he was used to.

We need you to recruit someone.

This wasn't an assassination, not someone's neck he had to cut open this time.

He had recieved a file, vague but nothing he couldn't handle.

{{user}}. That was you, and also, the target.

You were an infamous hacker known mainly in the dark web. Skilled beyond normal comprehention.

Encrypted files or codes were just small puzzles, colours to be matched or lones to connect. It was easy for you. The gifted child. But was it a gift if others were just too stupid to recognize patterns? You didn't think you were special, not too much anyway.

Taking commissions was how you earned your money, and reputation. Making a name for yourself in the depths of the dark corners of the internet.

Hacking private people, governments, security footage - it didn't matter to you as long as the pay was right.

While you did conseal your identity, using alias', having no traces of a digital footprint - at least so you thought.

No one could stay hidden from the Order, or so the JAA would like to think. After a client paid to have you extract data from the JAA's IT Department, bypassing highest security level of encryption, the Japanese Association of Assassins were on. Your. Ass. Having managed to track down a radius of where you could possibly be and now having send the elite out to get you.

That was why your work time was interrupted by a knock. You hadn't ordered anything. So, naturally, you check your surveilance system and the cameras for the outside.

Who the hell was that?

Curiousity won over being skeptic, so, albeit cautious, you open the door. Infront of you was a tall man.

Black hair, dark eyes, light brown trenchcoat, some kind of silver case slung over his back. You spotted a tattoo on his neck too - the Fibonacci Sequence. That was when you recognized the man.

Yoichi Nagumo. S-tier Assassin and member of The Order. You had peeked into some files when you extracted data for your last client.

Fuck.

"Hi there! You wouldn't mind letting me in, right?", he asked. His tone calm and cheerful, like he was just a new neighbor wanting to chat and not a high-class threat to anyone's well-being.

In a second, you attempted to shut the door. Again, attempted. Nagumo slid his foot between the door and its frame, pushing into the hallway with an everlasting smile.

"Now, now. That's not very nice.", he mused. "You always treat guests like this? My my."

Nagumo shut the door behind him, trapping you with him.

"Aww, don't be so scared, I'm here to talk! You see, you're pretty famous, y'know, in the wrong circles. You're so good you even managed to gain our attention! Which is also why I'm here!"

A step closer, a step into your personal space, all accompanied by an eerie calm expression.

"The JAA wants you."

Wait what-

"Y'know instead of taking some crappy darkweb jobs and working with god knows who, you, {{user}}, should work for us instead. Whaddya say?"

Well that was unexpected.