𝗴𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 | 𝘆. 𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗸

𝗴𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 | 𝟭

first.

y/n lee's

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A silent pleas－ blood dripping from the sharp blade of katana I'm using. The whole place stinks with blood scattering around the area.

"P-Please.. spare my life.." A man in his 40's plead on my feet－almost kissing it.

My cold eyes met his eyes full of tears and fear.

"Fearing death now, huh?" I showed a playful smirk and swing my katana－directly pointing at his neck.

Given how sharp it is－blood immediately started dripping down. I tilted my head－finding the situation amusing.

"P-Please! I beg of you, just this once.. ! Spare my life and I'll vanish and keep silent my entire life...!" He cried.

I grinned and brought my face close to his. "Tell that to the people you murdered."

I didn't give him another chance to talk as I slit his neck. Some of his blood were on my face－I put a lot of force when I did it.

I touch the earpiece and immediately spoke. "Mission accomplished, Sire."

The man answered. "You did a great job, Y/n. I'll transfer the money right away at your bank account."

I nodded my head. "Thank you, Sire."

I turned the earpiece off and immediately flew out the crime scene. The cold night air brushes through my skin. I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my hand.

I watched the city lights－they were very fascinating to look at, specially at night time. I also watched the people walking at the crowded streets.

Ah, look how those people live a normal life. It kind of make me want to live on like that but this is my life now－since the day my entire family murdered right in front of me.

Still, remembering all those things were still not quite good with me. I always blamed myself for not being strong enough to protect them.

I clenched my teeth. Those fucking mafia son of a bitch!

My father once one of their people but he decided to leave the group when I was born. He said, he finally have the reason to keep a normal life－and the fact that he don't want us to be in danger.

But all of those remain talks when the group started targeting him. I was 10 years old back then. The group was afraid my father would reveal them and all of their secrets.

My father was being cut opened in front of me. My mother was raped by a bunch of men in front of me－while I, helplessly shut my mouth, hiding on one of our closets.

I still can hear my mother's scream vividly in my ears－my father's pleading and begging voice to not hurt my mother.

I shook my head.

Now's not the time to remember all of those unpleasant memory.

I jumped down from the building's rooftop when people were starting to decrease.