Blood Moonlit Angel of Nevada

Prologue: Orphaned

This Took place after the madness Combat 5 remake

Somewhere in Nevada

Hank walked through this barren land in the cool evening as he had nothing to do.

He remembered his past along the way. Remembering each event that led to what he is today.

A cold-blooded genocidal assassin... at least, that's how he thinks people see him as one.

Along the way, he saw the hotdog stand again, waving a hand at the stand owner as he returned the gesture.

He strolls along to find a tree.

The same tree... Where it all began...

But something was odd...

Something was lying under the tree. Who put it there?

Hank had never seen anything or anyone near the tree for a while. Thinking of it as a trap or a free kill, he went near it with his katana brandished, only to find a box with a letter sticking to the upside.

He grabs the letter, holding it up to his eyes. The letter read:

"I can't take care of her because the corrupted preacher killed my husband and family. He claims that everyone in the family has sinned, including my husband, but we never did anything wrong. All we did was help people heal the wounded and the sick. Please give her a chance in life."

'Hold on. Her?' Hank asks in thought. He opened the box carefully, eyes widening with shock.

The box revealed a young gruntling bundled up in blood-stained lavender-colored blankets. Hank scanned her closed eyelids, mouth, and lips. They looked soft, constraining her small nose. Interestingly, she didn't have a cross-face.

Hank could tell she was young. The gruntling looked to be barely a day old. Her strangest feature was her hair coloration: silver white with vibrant red tips.

Hank kneeled with one foot on the ground as he looked at the infantile gruntling, immediately stowing his katana away.

The Dangerous Assassin doesn't kill children at all, nor will he even get near them. Yet, Hank somehow felt a soft spot for the gruntling. He carefully leaned down and picked up the child, standing up with the baby in his hands. He held her close. the child feels so cold.

Hank immediately held the child close to warm her up. he stood under the tree, thinking about what to do.

'She kept her daughter safe from a schizophrenic preacher.' the assassin sighed as he felt the urge to kill the fanatic who took the family's lives.

"you know what, screw it. I'm going to tell Doc to give her a check-up. *sigh* I got plenty of explaining to do." Hank whispered as he walked back to H.Q

"come to think of it, she's different from an ordinary gruntling."

STATUS QUO HQ

Sanford was cleaning up his hook, Deimos was engrossed in his phone, and Doc was in his room taking notes.

They all have been waiting for Hank to return, thinking he must be fighting Tricky again, as usual.