"Go on then," The boy whispered, in a voice so low only few could hear him. "Kill me. I have nothing to live for, love for, or be alive for." He spoke, almost shocking me to my core. But I don't let anything do that anymore. that's weak.
"No," I shock my head. "I don't kill for sport, boy. I'm a hitman. I kill those who deserve it." I said, putting my hand on the boys shoulder.
"But. I have an offer to make you. I can give you something to live on for, young one. Do you want to be my partner?"
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