If only there was another chance? I have made my decision.
OCT.29th
Destination:
Japan, Tokyo
Everything is like a dream, I am in Tokyo. Again
Why am I here?
Am I really back alive…
I am on the roof of an apartment. It's night time, a great time for assasination…
I leap off the roof, wind blowing past my face. This is real.
As I fall, I realise, on the middle of my hand, is a mark.
I grab on to one of the balconies. What is this? I don't remember having this tattoo…
'Hummm~'
My eardrum starts ringing as huge blogs of memories and information are forced into my head.
My hand slips and I am midair again, "I see," I mumbles to myself, "I'm really back. As the new soul keeper…"
The mark on my hand starts to shine, with a burning sensation, a long sword appears in my hand.
"Cling!"
More than half of the sword sinks into the surface of the building. Interesting…
I climb into a balcony with the help of the sword. The sword is dark grey, sharp enough, just a little too long.
As I think, the sword seemingly shortens a little.
Great, it reads my mind.
I carefully examine the sword, very well preserved. I am surprised by all the beautiful yet amazing decorations on it.
I swing the sword, with very little noise it cuts open the balcony fence.
I open my palm, the mark is still there. "I wonder if it can go back?" With a command, the sword disappears.
Magnificent!
As I am trying to discover more about this mysterious mark, it starts to burn again. This time, it's another chunk of information.
"Mission?"
Confusion turns into surprise, then into confidence.
This is what I was born for…
I leap off again, with a target in mind.
Fifteenth floor
"Why?" A man shouts from the room, "I can give you all you want," he is now full of despair. "Money, woman, anything!" I look into his eyes, all I see is disgusting greed and the ugly humanity inside him. He is a drug dealer, slave owner, and the owner of the biggest night club here.
"Shling~"
"Thud!"
Blood spills on the wall, on the floor. I step back from the red 'pond', not wanting any on my feet.
I open the door to his bedroom, all clear. I walk inside and take all of his valuables, this is… just a normal burglary case.
Just as I walk out, I realise that I don't have gloves on. Damn it, I must destroy everything I've touched, no fingerprints. I swing my sword, the door knot lands on the floor with a thud. As I enter the bedroom again, I notice a black safe box on the corner of the room. I didn't see it last time I came because it is hidden in the corner, blocked by the cabinet.
What does this man have? Jewelleries and cash cannot be all he;s got... After all, he is one of the richest men in Tokyo.
Fuck password locks, I kneel down in front of the box. It has an electronic digital password lock, which means none of my lock picking skills can help. The only way to open this thing without cutting it open is to get the password. Yet I have no clue what the passwords are. I should have asked the man…
Once, twice. I give up, if I get the third try wrong the box will lock completely, If not triggering alarms.
I walk out of the room, past the man, and pauses. Seems like… Smokes are coming towards me?
I summon the sword, and hold it firmly in front of me. What is happening?
The smoke gathers around me, closer and closer it comes, I realise the smokes are attracted to the sword. I slowly raise my sword, the smoke goes upwards. Heh, interesting. I suppose the smoke is harmless?
As soon as the smoke reaches the sword, the dark blade assimilates it.
In seconds the smoke is gone completely, I flip the sword around to discover something new, a little mark.
I close my eyes, focusing, my consciousness reaching the sword. There is something within the sword, within the mark.
Deeper and deeper I sink-into the ocean of darkness. There, floating, is the man I just executed. It is his soul. His soul wanders around, mindless, lost.
"Lucky bastard!"
Loud as thunder, clear as bell. There is this voice, again. "You have your first soul, Keeper." I look around, it doesn't seem like there is another existence of any kind.
I spin around, looking back at the man. I guess I own his soul now.
"Look into his mind! Seek whatever you wish."
I follow the instructions. There it is, password, 4133. As more information is filling up my head, all of the things and thoughts come clear. All the details, all his dirty little secrets…
More images show up, memories. He had wives, kids too. But he had too much greed, he cared more about fame and his economic status than about his family. And he made money in the wrong way, slavery? Fuck that, I wouldn't mind getting rid of one more of those pests.
"Go now, almost time for the second mission…" the voice is still in my head.
I am back in the room.
Inserting the password, the alarm goes off…
to be continued…
Have patience…
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