Assassin! Ishimaru Kiyotaka

A path split in two, I chose the one less Traveled

Mondo was awoken from a deep and unfulfilling slumber by the light from the large bay window that sat alone on the far wall. The light fluttered over his face, broken up and dimmed by its' soft curtains.

He groaned softly as he opened his lavender hued eyes. He slapped a hand over his eyes, trying to quell the splitting headache that thumped across his forehead. He flung the heavy ladened blanket off of him, his clothes from last night still clung to his sweaty form. He clenched his jaw and held his head in his hands as he slowly sat up, waiting for the sharp pain to ebb off into a dull throb before proceeding to get up.

As he reached for his suitcase he remembered putting at the end of his bed to replace his current ruined outfit, he was relatively shocked to find it empty. He checked around the bed, trying to rack his groggy brain for any explanation, until he wrenched open one of the drawers on the nightstand to find his boxers folded neat and tidy... and in color coordination?

After a slow and methodical search of the entire room earned him a view of all his clothes hung, folded, and pressed to near perfection.
He shrugged his shoulders.
If last night was any indication, his clothes being put away neat and tidy was the least of his worries right now. The light falling peacefully through the window spurred his slowed mind to see what time it even was. He grabbed his phone he hadn't remembered setting on the nightstand, but it was plugged in.
12:43
it read.

Fantastic.

Mondo peeled his previous night's wear off, sticking out his tongue and wrinkling his nose at the scent. He really should take a shower...
But the needed energy to stand for an extended period of time and clean himself was zapped out of him by the sudden wave of nausea that punched him in the stomach. He would worry about that later.
Right now he needed food.

He threw on a simple white tee and a pair of joggers, his grumbling stomach and parched throat forcing him to leave his quiet and serene room to seek out sustenance.

He slowly opened the door, peering into the equally lit hallway and spotting a door cracked open across from his. He wouldn't bother exploring since his stomach was gnawing away at his insides, but signs of life inside piqued his curiosity over his organs. He quickly checked no one was around and gently pushed open the cracked door, hesitantly peering around every corner. Once he was convinced the room was completely clear of any sentient life, he entered as softly as he could. He saw a suit laid out on the bed, a pair of generously polished dress shoes on the floor beside it. Much like his room, the contents of this one had been laid out in extreme precision. Each shirt was neatly hung and pressed, and the drawer of socks were all the same boring pair.
As he approached the armoire that sat inconspicuously against the wall, a sudden shock of worry crept up his spine. He had no idea why this closed wooden structure caused him so much dread, but the unopened doors taunted every moment he paused, his hand forever outstretched toward it's knob.
Anything could be in there.
He thought, weapons, a dead body, two dead bodies!
Clothes, shoes, jackets,

a human skin suit still dripping blood-

Mondo shook the thought from his head.
It's just a closet.
It's probably just got clothes.
But still, he hesitated.
.
.
.
.
A sudden and loud clattering could be heard emanating from down the hall. The sounds of life. Mondo's hand drew away from the Pandora schrodinger's box as his attention snapped back to the doorway. A sudden sense of embarrassment at snooping through whoever's stuff he had seen washed over him and made him leave.
Little did he know...

That one moment of hesitation would forever change the course of his story. For in that armoire contained Kiyotaka's every method of ridding the world of Mondo Owada.