ꜱɪʟᴋ - ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ

4 - ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ?

The last body fell on its own weight, leaving me in a pool of blood and corpses. My gaze fell on my crimson-stained fingers, which tightly held a butterfly knife; I put it back in my pocket, taking out my phone to dial a phone number.

"Mitsuo? I've just finished the job."

"Great. Meet me in front of Vivid Lights." He informed me, closing the call before I could reply. It was still closed, so I assumed it was just a meeting point. I started walking in that direction since it was just a few hundred meters ahead. Did he mean he is already in the zone when he said that? Was he spying on me to be sure I would've done it? Or maybe he was only passing by, but something tells me it's surely not the latter option.

Killing the drug dealer and his friends wasn't as difficult as I thought. The only thing I had to pay attention to was my latex gloves, which I removed and put in my pocket. I didn't want to be thrown in jail for not being careful enough. I even used a knife to make it seem like a fight between gangs, as guns weren't too popular among them; I could've thought of a more convincing cover-up, but it's not like I had a lot of time to organize myself the past days.

"Hi, let's get moving, shall we?" Mitsuo smiled as soon as he saw me walking closer to his standing figure. I nodded mechanically, almost feeling my head lag at the movement. That situation was clearly suspicious, but at the same time, it felt like I could almost trust him. His reactions and behavior changed a lot based on the situation he was in and who he was talking to. Maybe I should be a bit warier when with him.

The ride was silent, with almost no conversation at all; it was not like I had anything to say to him. I did what I had to, they just had to pay me, and I assumed he was driving to the place where we'd do the transaction.

When he parked his black Audi, we were in front of a quite busy club in the center of Shibuya. I hesitantly closed the car door, observing as Mitsuo started stepping towards its doors, loaded with drunk people.

I deeply sighed as soon as we entered the private section of the club, as the air was getting tight in my chest. That place reeked of alcohol and sweat, getting out of there was one of my priorities. LEDs continuously flashed on my face, making my eyes sting from time to time. I wasn't really used to frequenting local clubs like that one. A sense of relief washed through me when we reached a more aerated part of that place, with the windows slightly opened. They led my gaze to observe the smoking area, which was quite busy.

As we entered the room, we were greeted with the gaze of a group of men, which I recognized almost too well; five Bonten executives of seven, with of course their boss sat in the middle.

Mitsuo immediately bowed, leading me to seat on an armchair. In front of them all. In the center of the room. Awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"So, Y/n," the white-haired already, and quite obviously, knew my name "Did you do as Mitsuo said?"

"Yeah. I still have the knife for proof" I showed the stained butterfly knife "Or you could just go to the alley you said he would be. Oh, and I also killed his friends since they were on the way, but I won't charge you more for them." Since those were just unlucky cowards interrupting my job. I could still hear their whimpers of fear; I didn't add the last part to the conversation, though.

I watched as the group of men exchanged glances, seemingly agreeing on something.

"Koko, give her the money." He continued, nodding towards me as he gave the order. The other one obliged to it, handing me a pretty heavy bag. Good for me, I guess. I shifted on the armchair to get up, but not before his voice stopped me from doing so.