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When the going gets tough, turn to the touch of a necromancer

When the going gets tough, turn to the touch of a necromancer

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Wonwoo

As

Purge

《Position: Assassin》

I'll spare you the gruesome details of poor orphan Wonwoo who was trained to be a killer, a weapon. He was never given a proper childhood.

And he spent his teen years as a hired hitman, taking out anything and anyone he was asked to get rid of.

He moved up in ranks in the organization, and people would always ask him what was your best shot.

And Wonwoo used to say some random shot he took from nearly a mile away. But if you asked him now, he would say the shot he didn't take.

It was his boss who told him to take out this lady, who was counterfeiting money to pay for her son's schooling.

"That's a bullshit reason for counterfeiting." Wonwoo scoffed as he walked down the sidewalk to where the lady was, typing on her phone.

He raised the gun as she saw him, and she knew she was fucked. "Please don't! I have my baby girl with me!" She cried out, motioning to the little girl hiding behind her legs.

Wonwoo hesitated, before taking a step closer, never lowering his gun. "Fine, leave little girl, run and don't come back." He glared.

"Go, go to Min-Min hyung." The woman said as the little girl ran off. As she watched her daughter run off, her sad gaze turned into an evil smirk.

Before Wonwoo could even pull the trigger, the woman kicked the gun out of his hand, sending it flying. She then stabbed a dagger into his shoulder, dragging it down to his ribcage.

"Come for my family again and it will be the last thing you ever do." She said lowly as she wiped the knife off on her red dress and ran out of the alleyway.

She didn't get for before she was shot down, her body collapsing right outside the alleyway.

Wonwoo dropped to his knees as he watched a boy around his age enter the alleyway, a gun loaded and aimed.

The boys eyes trailed down to the large wound on Wonwoo's side. "Did she do that to you?" He asked as Wonwoo shrugged.

"I've had worse." He said as the boy dropped his bag and helped Wonwoo sit with his back pressed to the wall.

"Hey, don't fucking touch me." Wonwoo tried to push the other away only for him to grab Wonwoo's wrist and pull him forward.

"I'm trying to save you dimwit, even after you just tried to kill my mother. So I suggest you just shut the fuck up and sit there." He cursed.

"And plus I'm a doctor, my names Grim." He smiled as Wonwoo rolled his eyes. "Blame my sister." Grim added.

"Well my name is Purge so we both have death sounding names." Wonwoo couldn't help but smile softly.

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