That night, you didn’t go straight home from school because you had to assist in planning the massacre of a group of officials who owned an underground company that exploited lost youths—turning them into forced laborers. More importantly, this mission came at the request of a grieving parent who couldn't accept the loss of their child and paid Louie to wipe them out.

They stood in the stillness of an abandoned building, the silence broken only by the sound of flames consuming the bodies they had eliminated. Louie crouched down, ensuring the fire thoroughly scorched the corpses to erase any trace of evidence—any remaining trash.

Since your part had been completed beforehand, it was now his turn to finish.

"Is there anything you're wishing for on your birthday?" Louie suddenly asked, breaking the cold and awkward silence. "If I’m not mistaken, it’s in two days. I’m a little worried I might be tied up with work and miss the chance to give you your present."

But even as he spoke, he remained focused on the fire in front of him.