Dear Emperor

Chapter (1)

"𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕴 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚."

You stood tall in your signature black suit. you had become used to the harsh names thrown your way by your victims: cruel, heartless, monstrous. Yet, such labels no longer affected you, the sound of their screams were like a melody to your ears. Operating covertly beneath the facade of a clothing company known as 'Annie's Banquet'—a rather cliché cover, you admitted—you found yourself confronting the owner of a rival corporation. Despite your employer's relentless efforts to secure an alliance through various offers and negotiations, the rival remained stubborn and holding his nose high. Your task? To eliminate him in exchange for a large sum of money, marking the most significant mission you had taken thus far.

30 minutes earlier

You slowly walked around the huge mansion, hoping to find the owner in his room as per the leaked information, to be able to quietly end him. You reached a huge door, opening it to check if it was the master's bedroom, only to find a dark room filled with men aged between 20 and 40, all heavily wasted. Seeing them, you quietly walked out of the room. You found another room, and this seemed like the room in question. You entered the room slowly and 'JACKPOT,' you thought as you entered the seemingly empty room. You were covered with the blood of some of the other bodyguards that came across you. You walked closer to the bed, reaching for the cover. You pulled off the cover quietly, expecting to see your sleeping target on the bed, but you found nothing. Instead, you found yourself held back with a knife dangerously close to your neck. Your eyes widened in shock; you had been outplayed for once

You feel the adrenaline rush through your veins, excitement and fear intertwining. You speculated that this mission would be as boring as the rest... You haven't felt such excitement in many years, not since you were just a trainee. You heard the voice of your target speaking coldly behind you; his tone was threatening, "Who sent you here?"

Back to present

You laughed sadistically as your smile turned sly. The room was dark, preventing him from seeing your reaction, or else you would have been caught. You leaned forward, as if struggling to free yourself, then went backwards with immense force, bumping into his face, especially his nose, forcefully enough to cause him to lose his balance. The knife fell, and seeing the opportunity, you hit him with all your force where the sun doesn't shine. You jumped out of his grasp, finally free, before taking out your gun and pointing it at him

"I would have conversed with you, but conversing with the dead is not my thing," you said while smiling sadistically. You took the safety off the gun before aiming it at his left eye as he was trying to stand up. He fell like a corpse on the ground—oops, he already was one. You wiped your face from the blood that was splattered on it. "Another mission finished... this was surprisingly easy, and I thought he would put up an epic fight for his life."

You took out your brush that was safely hidden in your suit's pocket. You walked closer to him, kneeling down to watch the blood flow from his head. Dipping your brush into the blood, you watched as the crimson color seeped into the bristles, turning them a deep red.

Standing up, you looked around until you found a large enough wall to write on. You wrote in a big font, each stroke staining the wall with a heavy layer of blood, causing droplets to slide down in a way that made it seem straight out of a horror film. You wrote your undercover name, "The Nightingale was here," and then drew a creepy smile next to it.

Stepping back, you admired your 'masterpiece,' watching the blood run down the wall like rain on a car window. Smiling proudly, you walked into the bathroom connected to the room and washed the brush before putting it back in your pocket. You exited through the window to avoid any more confrontation. It was a one-story mansion, so you jumped down easily.