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(DISCLAIMER AND CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SMOKING AND IN NO WAY IS IT GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH AND NOR DO I ENCOURAGE IT, PLEASE PROCEED ON YOUR OWN CAUTION. I'M NOT MAKING ANY ATTEMPT TO GLORIFY IT TO MY READERS, SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ.)
Smoking.
Arthur wasn't a stranger to it.
In his past life, among the kids it was said to be an act of being cool or that those who did it were bad people.
In actuality, it was none of the sorts. At least for Ray Vixen, it wasn't.
At first, as an orphan he didn't understand why most of the assassins smoked.
Just like the kids, he thought that maybe it was an act that suited their work or profile.
But as he grew up and got accustomed to his work, as he took on the lives of countless innocent people and reaped their souls, the stress and burden on himself piled up, driving him to madness.
