"I was made a killing machine. Who am I to argue with destiny?"
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- 22 Years Ago, Earth -
"Between mother and child, we can only save one. We're terribly sorry, but… there is nothing we can do."
A man in a formal business suit, faced with this heartbreaking news, didn't even flinch. Instead, in a calm manner that would seem impossible to some, he spoke.
"… Save the child."
"I-I see… but are you sure? You can still have another baby if you choose to save the wife, but if your wife dies-"
"Save the child," the man reiterated, in a more forceful tone this time. He did not lose his temper, only stated this as if it was his final verdict.
"A-All right."
The nurse who had delivered this news hurried back into the surgery room, and alerted the doctors inside of the man's choice. The mother, being unconscious, had no complaints.
And as such, the number one assassin of the underground was born—Jace Silverdale, soon-to-be known as the fearsome, unparalleled, Cyanide.
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