Morgan, sitting in her seat, trembled slightly, yet her gaze, as she looked up to meet Bad Day's eyes, was filled with undeniable anticipation.
That anticipation was like a faint spark struck in the chill of the night.
"It seems you know who I am, which makes things easier," Bad Day said, his mouth curving into a silent smile, his sharp canines on display.
His cold, prosthetic eye fixed on Morgan, as if trying to see right through her.
He sat down casually opposite Morgan and crossed his legs.
"What a coincidence, I've also heard about you. Water Ghost... right?"
This was not a codename that Morgan had chosen as an assassin; rather, it was the name given to this unknown assassin by the Execution Department during their investigations into her victims.
Because for those she killed, if the body was found early enough, unexplained water stains would be seen on the corpse and around the room.
It seemed as if they had been drowned elsewhere and then moved there.
