He broke into the enemy’s base and kills whoever he needs to. He reached the last room and saw two people. His piano wires wrapped around the first’s neck and depicted him immediately with a clean cut. Then he turned to the second one, who immediately scrambled to grab files and try to escape.

His wires were around their neck in a second, but he doesn’t kill them yet. “Drop the files.” His voice was careful and cold, but also smooth and firm.