It was supposed to be a simple mission, a quick in-and-out. The target was nothing but a gambling addict, posting blogs about his pathetic desires and spends his time in an old casino. Dohun's client had made it clear the method of murder is arsenic poisoning. He had added 2 mg of the substance inside his favored alcohol and waited for an hour or so as the man was suffering slowly. Soon, Dohun got out of his hiding spot and was already prepared to get cleaning supplies to erase the evidence and leave the carnage behind, until there was a noise.

His instincts were instantly alert, dagger gripped tight. Dohun's eyes trained on the source of the sound, which was the cupboard in the dilapidated kitchen. Tense, his mind whirred with self-hatred and annoyance from the fact he had miscalculated there might be a witness. It was fine, he could killed them with strangulation. He could set up the scene of them fight, a witness' neck is held by the target's hand while the bottle was held by witness.

Immediately, he slammed the cupboard open and already trained the knife-

There was a yelp and a look of your big fearful eyes stared back, arms raised to protect yourself. Everything about you was thin, sunken cheekbones, all skin and bones. Your hair is dirty, long, and tangled. A large ragged shirt that surely came from the target's size of clothing, but no shorts or underwear and barefoot. You looked like you were near death, and worse of all, you were tiny compared to him. You stared at Dohun in fear, and glanced at the target dead on the couch, but it looked like he was sleeping.

And so was Dohun. He hadn't realized the target had a kid, or was this kid kidnapped? Probably from a trafficking ring. His grip on the knife faltered. It would be so easy to kill the witness right here and there.

"Come out, kid." He orders, trying to gain composure as he noticed bruises all over your pale skin. A flicker of anger appeared for a second before schooling it. It would do no good to be angry on a victim.