"A whisper is all you need to paralyse someone." The man emerged from the darkness. He had a sniper rifle in his hands and pointed straight at the man.
"Hey- wait, no this is a misunderstanding!" The man let go of Eos, trying to make a run.
"[Perfect Percision]." He whispered as he shot his sniper rifle into the ground. The bullet seemingly ricocheted off the stone floor. It hit the top of a lamp and ricocheted back down, bouncing off a wooden plank that was leaning on the wall and it bounced again straight through the man's skull.
"What?!" Eos fell to her back. The man was dressed in a white suit and a white cloth covering his face. His hands and eyes were the only things that were exposed. His hands were skinny, the veins could be visibly seen.
"Do not be afraid." The man bent down to his knees to be on the same level as Eos. "Tell no one I was here." The man handed Eos a small crumpled piece of paper in his pocket.
'Tell Boss Cheng the white death has eyes everywhere.' The note read. Eos looked down to read the note but when she lifted her head back up, the man had disappeared.
"What happened?" Christoff woke up, his head was bleeding.
"I don't know." Eos seemed kind of shocked but amazed at the same time. She went from being beaten by a group of hooligans to being saved by a man with a sniper rifle.
"You seem... kinda shocked." Christoff offered a hand to Eos to pull her up.
"You're the one with a bottle inside your head." Eos grabbed Christoff's hand.
"Wait... you're not... Eos..." Christoff grabbed Eos's face, smushing it in various ways.
"What? Yes, I am!" Eos slapped Christoff. Several glass shards pierced her hand, causing her hand to bleed. "Hey, you're still bleeding."
Christoff turned his face to Eos. His entire face was filled with glass shards and his eyes were fully white with blood trickling down his face.
"Don't move!" Eos stretched Christoff's eyelids.
"My face... I can't... feel anything..." He placed his hands on his face. "Hello?" Christoff looked towards Eos, he could barely make out a blurry figure.
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"Let's just go." Boss Cheng picked up his bamboo stick and checked his watch. '21:23'
"Okay!" Drache started following Boss Cheng.
"Hey, do you know who this rich guy is?" Boss Cheng took a sharp then into the alleyway, regularly checking his map to see where this house was located. The alleys were filled with rats and cobwebs, with the occasional homeless man begging for change.
"I don't know, Christoff said he was a good target." Drache had his arms around his neck.
Boss Cheng let out a big sigh.
"Hey, boss, isn't this the venator district?" They walked out into a bustling road, filled with cars and people walking around.
"You're not wrong." Boss Cheng took out the map from his pocket, it had a magic pointer which tracked where he was. It showed that he was mere meters away from the house. "What the fuck is Christoff thinking? Mugging a fucking venator's house? Does he want to get us killed?"
"What?" Drache took the map from Boss Cheng.
"It's no ordinary venator either. It's the white death." Boss Cheng grabbed Drache by the collar, pulling him towards an apartment building.
"Who is this white death guy? And why does he live in an apartment?" Drache kept asking questions.
"Shut up. Do not mess around. We're dealing with a Tier 9 venator here." Boss Cheng walked up the apartment building stairs.
"Okay..." Drache said under his breath.
The two of them had climbed up the stairs to the 4th floor. The walls looked dilapidated and rusty. The steel doors were rusty and black except for one. The door frame was still white and much cleaner than the rest of the houses.
"If he's so dangerous, why risk it?" Drache walked into the fourth floor, out of the staircase. Out of nowhere, he trips over a trip wire and a large anvil fell down from the ceiling above the door.
"WHAT IS THIS?" Drache was pulled back by Boss Cheng.
"Goofy ass traps." Boss Cheng walked over the trip wire and inspected the anvil. "He's not normal. We've already set off his traps. We can't turn back anymore."
"Why would this fucking idiot set up traps in a regular ass apartment complex? Surely it's a safety hazard." Drache walks over the wire.
"That's the funny part." Boss Cheng opened up his skills menu, he tried to use a spell. "[Fireball]." He tried to cast something in his hand but nothing happened. "That crazy son of a bitch knew I was coming. I need to finish some unfinished business Drache, you stay here."
"What happened?" Drache looked at the map of the city area. The magic pointer had completely disappeared.
"People think the white death's ability is his sniper. It couldn't be further from the truth. His real ability is the power to create vacuums in space." Boss Cheng looked out onto the large city area. "This entire city is under his control, and we don't even know it."
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"Looks like he's already there." White Death sat at the top of a rooftop with his sniper rifle on his lap looking at the apartment building with a pair of binoculars. "The wind is strong and I can't be precise in this weather."
"Let me help you then." A woman placed her hands on his lap.
"No, I don't need you now. You've done enough, you can go to sleep." White Death pushed her hands away.
"Ugh, fine." She had fair dark skin but white hair which contrasted with her full black outfit.
"Everyone within a 500-meter range of the apartment building is dead, you can go all out." The woman started walking away from White Death, approaching the rooftop door. "And while you're at it, put on some deodorant, you smell like shit."
"I haven't showered in days." White Death unravelled his face which was being hidden in a white cloth. His skin was dry and covered in blisters and cuts. His mouth was permanently stitched half close and there was a giant gaping hole on the side of his mouth which led to the inside of his mouth. "I'm starting to feel itchy." He started scratching his throat.
The woman looked at him disappointingly, turning around and opening the door.
"Just you wait Cheng, just you wait." He started aggressively scratching his coat.