Kostis Livas, once known as Al' Mawt, now known just as Cody Lewis, he was only trying to flee from his past, to escape his trauma and all the pain he has caused in the past. He left the cause, the order behind, seeking a way to start a new life, bu...
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???: (glitching) Koslin! Koslin! Do you hear me?!
There was a groan heard within all that commotion. Heavy steps and heavy breathing were the only thing now heard, with the person who groaned, slowly walking forward though leaning to a wall injured. The person was a full grey with black suit, slightly armored though the armor being broken and bloody, he was wearing military pants and boots, and a helmet, which seemed to not even show his face, with the front part being a pitch black glossy face, like something you would see from Tron, though the helmet was also cracked... Koslin Livas... Al' Mawt.
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Koslin: (groaning) I-I'm fine.
Koslin kept walking while leaned to a wall, slowly putting a hand by his rib, just to groan, just to look down seeing a knife impaling right through his abdomen. He slowly grabs the knife and pulls it out, groaning again, just to drop the bloody knife, but he slowly stops walking and slides down the wall in pain.
He sits in the floor, just to take his helmet off, showing a very tired and sweaty face and hair from Koslin. He puts a hand on his injuries, slowly losing consciousness to how awful they were, he had gunshots, blade cuts, impalements and still kicking. He slowly looked at the floor to his left, seeing the bodies he mounted, dozens of bodies, assassins and traitors to the cause, traitors to a higher order... a traitor to those of above.
???: (comms) Koslin! You need backup?
Koslin goes to answer, but he stops in the last second, slowly putting his hand inside his closed pockets, grabbing something from it and looks at what he had, it was a picture. He looked at it, seeing himself but also a woman, a Korean woman with long hair and bangs... Ho Yeona. He held the picture, and closed his eyes, slowly remembering his time with her... outside of their work, when they were still teenagers, when they were taught to be stealthy but also learn about infiltration and espionage. Moments with her where they could sometimes be themselves, be happy.
