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In the black whirlpool of the sky, a crescent moon shone deeply amongst millions of stars, hiding behind thick rain clouds.

Below, streetlights mimicked them, glaring a spotlight onto the empty sidewalk. The rain fell rhythmically, puddles rippling as raindrops hit the surface, distorting their reflection.

He looked down on it all, how artistic he pondered.

"James, was it?"  The young lady hummed, dragging her delicate hands across his dress shirt and down his chest.

He did not struggle to keep his expression neutral, in fact she fueled him. However he played along, and gave her a pleased look.

His dark smouldering eyes raked down at her pouting lips glossy and red, alluring eyes and flirty confrontations.

Without missing a beat, he unsheathed his katana and sliced her head clean off. Her face twisting into what he could describe as horror.

"I apologise my darling, but these were my orders" He confessed, looking up as his eyes glinted.

Her body slapped to the ground harshly at the same time as her head, making a gruesome crack as it spurted blood generously at his feet.

She's nothing but a slab of meat now, what a shame.

Kneeling down he lifted her dress and revealed a pistol and a small sheath.

"What ever could she do with that pathetic toothpick" He muttered in disappointment while pocketing the pistol.

Oliver stood tall and sneered at her corpse. He knew she only lured men to feed her families' sinful practises.

But what would he know about sin, he's merely an assassin, nothing more, nothing less.

Sharply turning his head towards the hallway, he realised that he had more of an audience than he had originally thought.

"Ah, gentlemen, join us" He chuckled, before unsheathing his katana yet again, arranging his feet into a fighting stance awaiting his first attacker.

Rain seeped through his bloodied shirt, soaking him and sticking it to his skin. A harsh wind blew the saturated hair out of his face and the cold pricked through his thin layers.

Making an effort never really was worth it, he sighed.

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