In the shrouded alleys of the city, Sora found himself perched atop a rooftop, his gaze fixed upon his unsuspecting victim. The moon cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the path that lay before him—a path he had walked many times in his world of origin, where he was known as "The Puppeteer," a name that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.
Silently, Sora calculated his every move, his body poised for the perfect moment. The wind whispered its secrets, carrying the scent of impending demise through the air. With a flicker of movement, he plucked a stone from his pocket, knowing that a simple distraction would be enough to draw the woman's attention.
With a precise throw, the stone clattered against the cobblestones, creating a diversion that echoed through the stillness of the night. As the woman turned her gaze towards the source of the sound, her guard momentarily lowered, a small window of opportunity presented itself.
Sora's figure blurred, his movements a dance of shadow and purpose. In a graceful descent, he closed the distance between them, his blade gleaming in the pale moonlight. With swift and lethal precision, he struck, ending her life before she could even register the danger that loomed behind her. A small window appeared above his dagger
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A flicker of nostalgia washed over Sora as he contemplated his past exploits—the intricate games he had played with his victims, the manipulation of their lives like delicate marionettes. But now, in this new world, he had no time for such theatrics. Survival and the pursuit of power were his new driving forces.
With the deed done, Sora retrieved the necklace that adorned the woman's neck, a token to prove his success. Its delicate chain glinted in his hand, its weight a reminder of the darkness that now coursed through his veins. Satisfied with his trophy, he swiftly retraced his steps, his feet guiding him back towards the familiar haven of the black market.
As he entered the hidden chamber of the Assassin Guild, Sora's heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and triumph. The Guildmaster, ever watchful, met his gaze with a discerning eye. With a flourish, he presented the necklace, a silent testament to his completed task.
"I have returned, Guildmaster, as promised," Sora declared, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.
The Guildmaster's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she inspected the necklace. She nodded, her voice tinged with approval. "You have proven your worth, Sora. Your reward awaits."
She motioned for him to approach, her fingers grazing the delicate pendant. With a flick of her wrist, a pouch of gold materialized in her hand. She placed it before him, its weight a tangible representation of his accomplishment.
"Fifty gold, as promised," the Guildmaster declared, her voice resolute. "Use it wisely, for greater challenges lie ahead."
Sora's eyes gleamed with a mixture of gratitude and ambition as he accepted the pouch. The weight of the gold in his hand fueled his hunger for power, his desires growing bolder with each passing moment.
"I shall not disappoint, Guildmaster," he replied, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
As Sora turned to depart, his mind brimmed with possibilities and the realization that he was but a thread in the tapestry of shadows. The black market, the Assassin Guild—they were his gateway to dominance in this world of darkness. And as he stepped back into the city's streets, he knew that the next thread he wove would be even deadlier, his path leading him closer to the fulfillment of his desires—the granting of any wish he so desired.