A cacophony of sounds engulfed the surroundings as several passengers boarded the train.
Most of them were office workers. It was evening and they all were now going back from work.
The train soon left the platform leaving behind a relatively empty platform.
Jin, with a broom in his hand, once again started cleaning the platform. It was his 50th time sweeping this place in today's work shift.
'Can't these bastards see the trash can?!' He rebuked in his mind but could only accept reality for what it was and continued with the cleaning.
He had always done it and will continue to do so. A Janitor's work was to clean.
As the next train was about to arrive, he stopped the sweeping. The platform once again started to fill with a fresh batch of commuters.
Jin took a small plastic bottle from one of his uniform pockets. He shook the bottle a bit to see what little water was left in it and poured it all into his mouth.
He waited for the platform to clear out once again before continuing with his job.
At around ten in the evening, his shift was finally over and after changing back to his normal clothes he dragged his weary body out of the railway station.
This was how his usual day went. From Monday to Saturday, he swept the railway platform for hours before dragging his exhausted body back home.
The pay was meagre but since he was his only family, it was sufficient. He was satisfied with what little he got and had zero aspirations for the future.
The thought of spending the rest of his life doing the same thing he has been doing now didn't affect him at all, it instead calmed his nerves.
There was no uncertainty in his life as a result.
That's how he always felt until Sunday arrived. It was the only day when he was free and didn't need to go to work.
He used to roam around the city along with the acquaintances he made in his workplace. Unlike him they wanted a bit of variety in their almost certain lifestyle so they visited several different places on their Sundays.
It wasn't much but it expanded Jin's worldview bit by bit, something he wasn't very fond of.
Whenever he went out with his colleagues to the city the realization that he was wasting away his life while living in the slums often slammed him right in the face.
The fact that he was poor and living a life that almost no one would want to live becomes apparent under these circumstances. The feeling of envy spreads all over his being and he loses his mental balance.
Thankfully, the Sundays always ended with a few glasses of rum at a nearby rum shack. As a result, they could shout out all their insecurities and continue with their work the next day with a clearer mind.
This time the same thing happened and Jin was currently making his way back to his house.
Under the influence of alcohol, Jin was clumsily making his way back home through the narrow streets of the slums. The putrid smell of urine in the air didn't faze him a bit.
The dogs occasionally welcomed him with their barks but he was long used to them and only smiled back at them in his drunk state.
"I love you too you bastard…" Jin sent a flying kiss towards a dog which suddenly came out of a corner just to bark at him.
All of a sudden, Jin sensed a movement from his sides and saw a figure rushing past him after pushing him towards the wall. Jin was confused for a few moments but soon realized what had happened.
He could no longer feel his wallet in his back pocket.
"Fuck! Wait, you bastard!..." Jin wanted to rush but knew that he wouldn't be able to catch up with this person. His gaze shifted towards a rock nearby and without a second thought he grabbed hold of it and threw it towards the thief with all his strength.
Jin heard a shout soon after and sees the person collapsing on the ground. "That's what you get you bastard…" Jin cheered for himself as he rushed toward the person. He saw his wallet in the thief's hands.
The guy was severely bleeding from the back of his head when he saw Jin taking back the wallet from him. It was too dark for Jin to notice the bleeding in the dark surroundings.
After recovering his wallet Jin checked its contents and found everything intact.
His attention then shifted towards the thief. He glared at the thief, kicked him hard in his stomach twice and hurled a few abuses at him before walking back to his house.
The thief who was now in a much worse shape than before could only see Jin's back fade with distance as he slowly lost his consciousness.
…
The next day,
"What the hell is this?" Jin exclaimed.
Since the moment he had opened his eyes this morning this weird panel was pasted in front of his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes a few times but it was all to no avail. The panel was still there.
When he moved his head to the right, the panel moved to the right and vice versa. It was as if it was fixed to his vision.
The panel had something written on it. Thanks to the little knowledge he had grasped while working as a newspaper delivery boy for a few years, he could understand what was written on it.
*Say 'HITMAN' to continue*
That's what the panel said. Jin was confused for a bit but seeing that the panel had no intention to go away by itself he decided to say the word out loud.
"Hitman"
To his surprise, the moment he said the word 'Hitman', the earlier panel disappeared and a translucent panel came in its place. On which three words were written in bold red colour.
*HITMAN SYSTEM UNLOCKED*