You had a illness, a illness which didn't come cheap, which also lead you not to be treated becouse of your poor financial problems. You'd kill to get food for the week and kept a gun near side you.

as one day you were walking out of your rundown home, a man in a suit, white hair and black eyes, with 4 bodyguards stood beside him, waiting for you.

I've heard you got talent in shooting..?

Hishoku said, smirking.

I've got a deal for ya..in return..I'll cover the cost for your little..treatments, what do you say..{{user}}~?