Chapter 1: [Prologue 1]
"Tired."
He spoke as he swiftly traded through the shadows in the blind alley.
The moonlight reflected his dull black eyes, barely looking at what was in front of him, momentarily it showed his cloaked appearance. Covered in black from top to bottom, his appearance was akin to those who tread the night and live through it.
The Assassins.
And just like all assassins, he too, was on a mission, to assassinate a target. It wasn't his first mission, and probably won't be the last one either. For his work was life, and his life amounted to nothing more than what he did.
"What's with these stupid alleys?"
He murmured again, in a slightly annoyed tone, as he kept turning rights, and then he kept turning left. A path that seemed to be going nowhere, a path was seemingly without a destination.
And the steps, that didn't echo, slowed a bit. A presence was felt, and the muscles tensed. Someone was beyond the next right turn.
'A man... two of them,' the Assassin assessed as he felt their presence. But something felt amiss. They were certainly there, at least one of them, but as for the other, something was odd about him. Something cold... something... Sinister.
"Come on now. This is no place for cosplay, is it?" A strangely velvety voice of a man, one that was young and confident, resounded through the alleyway.
"Cocky as always, huh? You bastard," and another that was evil. A coarse deep voice, that seemed to be coming from the very depths of hell itself.