Currently, somewhere near the Saint Star Academy, something was happening under the cover of the night.
''!'' The assassin felt a chill down his spine and couldn't help but become nervous like a greenhorn.
He had seen a colored sketch of this young man before accepting the mission and the details matched perfectly except for the fact that the current person who stood opposite him now has turned much younger than what was portrayed in the painting he had on his spatial ring.
'Shit!'
The assassin grumbled wordlessly and took his time to recover well in the grace period that he was freely given.
And it did not take him long to conclude a glaring truth that he did not expect since taking this job.
"It seems that this may very well be my last dance with death." The assassin whispered after his loud coughing stabilized. He gazed intently at the foe that cornered him still even to this very moment.
