Born of shadows and baptized in blood, he was the epitome of lethal precision. But death could not contain his spirit, as he rose anew in a world of unfamiliarity, seeking refuge from the echoes of his past. Yet, destiny is an unrelenting force, bec...
[It was a huge dimly lit hall with many people wearing suits, talking to each other sharing drinks. When suddenly lights focuses on a man who was clearly the host of this unknown event]
Host: "My dear assassin brothers and sisters, today we gather to celebrate our liberation from the tyranny of the Seven Lords. No longer must we lurk in the shadows, concealing our true selves from the so-called 'normal' society. We endured years of secrecy, ensuring that the oblivious masses remained ignorant of our existence. Yet through meticulous planning and unwavering determination, we have vanquished the remaining six lords. So, let us revel in our newfound freedom and indulge in this momentous occasion. Party on, my comrades!"
[As the party roared on, some were all smiles, dancing and making plans for the future. But among them, a few stood quietly, looking serious, lost in their own thoughts.]
Unknown Assassin 1: "They're really gone, huh... They were the only ones keeping the underworld in check. Are you sure he won't come back?" Yamaji.
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Yamaji: "It's hard to tell. He left everything behind four years ago to raise the children from the orphanage. He made it clear he wouldn't interfere with underworld affairs anymore and entrusted it to his family."
Unknown Assassin 1:[She gazes at the drink she's just been handed by a passing waiter, lost in thought.]
"There are two possible scenarios tonight.
One: He storms in here and leaves no one standing, a clear sign of revenge.
Two: He stays away, signaling he's washed his hands of the underworld for good."
[The unknown assassin froze, her attention drawn by an eerie spectacle unfolding beyond the window's pane. Cards cascaded from the sky, a surreal downpour that defied explanation. Each card, unlike any ordinary deck, bore unsettling imagery. The normal 5 of spades and the king of hearts were conspicuously absent, replaced by chilling symbols. A skeletal visage leered from one card, 'death' scrawled beneath in a macabre declaration. Another depicted a city ablaze, panicked figures fleeing amidst chaos, the word 'chaos' etched below in ominous script. But it was the final card that sent a shiver down the assassin's spine: a single crimson eye, piercing and all-knowing, seemed to penetrate the very soul of any who dared to gaze upon it. Beneath, the word 'nightmare' whispered a chilling promise.]
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[ Every single person in the room took out there firearms and prepared for what's coming]
Random Assassin: "Why... Why is he here? Didn't he retire? Oye, who messed with him? Find that person and hand them over to him, or none of us will leave this place alive."
[Suddenly someone spoke from the other side of the room his mere voice made everyone freeze in there tracks, a brave one tried to turn around and saw the figure holding the host's head, the figure was wearing ]
