Crestfallen

"Sasori Ronin," she said my name plainly, looking resentfully at me. "I suppose you understand why we're here?" She turned sideways slightly, crossing her arms.

"Oh, come on now, Angie- give him a break," the guy exclaimed, coming over to crouch beside my face. He peered at me strangely through the eye apertures in his mask, tilting his head a bit as though looking at a unique insect through a glass jar. "Hello, Ronin," he greeted me, pulling the skull mask off his face. I drew back as his eyes met mine; they were blood-red and slit, like a cat. He pressed close to my face until our noses nearly brushed. Dragging myself carefully backward across the ground, I steeled myself before looking back up at the two celestial strangers.

"Who are you?" I asked grimly, rising in my blood-coated tunic.

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Sasori Ronin never expected- rather, never had time to think of- anything after death. He's an assassin, trained to kill without mercy and draw blood with no remorse. When Ronin is suddenly faced with his own death after a wretched battle with the Empire, he discovers that the world he thought he knew so well was truly false, and the comrades he had were cowardly fools and deadly foes. Now, with new-found power and allies, Ronin faces a whole new reality; a world beyond death. It is up to him what to do for the rest of eternity, and whether he chooses to fight to save the world or live in peace forever.