Darkness...

300 meter, target confirmed.

Aim, locked on.

There was not a slight bit of hesitation as the triggers were pulled.

Yet, there was nothing.

No emotions, No ethics, No guilt...

There wasn't even a slight bit of excitement or fear, there was NOTHING.

Clean up, destroy all traces.

Mission completed, confirmed payment.

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New mission, and REPEAT.

And REPEAT.

And REPEAT...

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There was blood everywhere.

There were some that long stopped bleeding, but there are more that were still gusting out. Torn lamb and body parts were literally in every corner, yet their pupils were staring into one direction, as if someone were forcing them to as they were dying.

Or some disgusting bastard moved the bodies as they were killed.

There was no doubt that the security were trying their best but it was as if whomever it was were a ghost, or some sort of monster.

They did not stand a chance.

They never did.

As if the rumors were true, no one was ever able to see "THAT KILLER" alive.

One by one they fell, one by one their throat slit, and one by one they were dead.

But this isn't that kind of a story, and this world isn't that kind of world. There is no ghost, or monster, just some who trained past human capabilities.

Someone who can barely feel like they were human.

Their Speed was beyond anything anyone had seen, and their strength were no match as well.

And Yet, only the dead know their beauty was also beyond comparison.

Sighed, he looked one last time at that camera before destroying it.

Erase all traces per usual, and once again back to what felt like a dead end job.

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