❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a former hitman sought the help of a psychologist to get rid of his suicidal thoughts.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Modern Setting
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW: Suicide
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mature Contents...
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His thumb brushed the cold silver coin, his eyes staring at it and his expression stoic and couldn't be read.
The cargo truck offered little to no light, the only illumination was from the moonlight seeping through the ventilation. The nicotine smelled nauseating but nothing more annoyed him as much as the voice of the man begging for his life like a pig for slaughter.
"Are you up for a game of chance, Mr. Nakamura?"
"G-Game of what?" the man's voice shook as he tried to untie his hands but the more he move the more the rope grazed around his wrist as blood trickled down.
"A game that isn't determined by a player's skills but by chance." He put the coin briefly on the table before he took out a revolver and the man, Mr. Nakamura, started to shake in fear. "You know, like Russian Roulette."
"N-No! Please! How much do you want? How much does Liberio Corporation wants, I'll pay."
"It wants everything. Are you willing to give everything, Mr. Nakamura?"
"L-Liberio Corporation...wants that much?""
A Conglomerate that started to gain its reputation and build its foundation not only in Japan but in South Asia, Liberio Corporation started to monopolize the stock market. And a huge Conglomerate as Liberio wouldn't be this successful if it weren't for men who would do all the dirty works for them.
