𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

It had been several weeks since Stain, the hero killer was at the center of every conversation. His thrilling speech was being shared all over the internet, motivating more than one to rebel against the shaky system that represented the heroes.

As a hitman, I wasn't too interested in this kind of issue. My targets were often senior officials or members of the yakuza. It was rare that I was offered to approach a hero or a villain. And even when that happened, it was never the big names but the average ones who saw things they weren't meant to see.

Stain had a certain charisma that came from his convictions. Therefore, he was someone who could be admired; that point I understood. However, some details of his speech seemed unclear to me.

"What is a real hero?"

He accused many of not being real heroes because of their motivation. If fame was their goal but, in the end, they did their job, what was the problem with that? If he wanted to point the corruption in the hero system, there were better examples.

Even so, I wasn't in a position to criticize the ideology of a man who wanted to change things. I was just an individual who survived in society in her own way. I observed injustices around me every day, but I had neither the motivation nor even the desire to contribute to a possible change. The difficulties of others were only a story to read, at night snuggling in my duvet.

"It should be quick"

Reading the comments about the latest event, I was currently in the waiting room of the client's office who was targeting Mr.Fuji. My addresses were never disclosed to my clients. I was the one who went to them, not the other way around.

Then, you may ask: how did I choose my client?

It's a two-step process: first, I go to B to find out if someone is interested in my services; second, I select the one that offered me the largest amount.

Money is our goal, my friend.

The Fuji affair didn't exceed this process and that is why, sitting on one of the chairs of the waiting room, I was all excited at the idea of finally being paid.

"Yeah Holly, we're getting our money" I petted the dog as she licked my hand. I had not necessarily planned to keep her but with the unleashing of the rain the day before, I hadn't had the heart to abandon that pure soul all alone.

We had gone back together to my office where I had dried and fed her. It was both fun and sad to see how she seemed to have forgotten her owner. Maybe because of our first meeting, she thought I was just babysitting her?

"Well sweetie, I'm pretty sure there's nothing left but Granny's ashes."

Just thinking about it, it irritated me. Not because of her possible death, but the audacity of that villain. The one who unleashed that hell was clearly aiming to incinerate a humble worker. Didn't they at least need to interrogate me first?

"Ms. Yumeko, Mr. Tori is waiting for you."

Sorry, this may seem confusing. Let me explain: I used different alias and appearance that I changed depending on the situation.

So, for the Fuji family and the hospital workers, I had been Mineko, a college student. As for my identity that I was most known for, it was Yumeko, a hitman famous for her clean shot.

"If you will please follow me"

Putting Holly's leash back in place and tying it to a chair, I announced "I'll be back"

I followed the secretary into the empty hallways of the building. Mr. Tori was a big name in the world of betting. A world that had apparently introduced him to that of the local yakuza, knowing that the latter was quite fond of those kinds of activity.