A/N: This is my first story, please enjoy!
Chapter 00: The Devil
An assassin can bring fear and death to humans, in the way they least expect. They'll stain their hand with blood by taking people's lives which makes them evil. So they could live their lives as a normal person, or do they?
"Hey, it's been a long time I see."
"Enough chit-chat let's get down to business."
Two man are talking with each other at a secluded cafe near the alley. Not many people would come here because of the location. There are a few customers there. It was a quiet morning.
Suddenly, the guy with suit was shot down, with a bullet and immediately died. There's blood pouring down from the man who was shot. The other man who was talking with him was shot down afterwards. One of the customers screamed, but it is too late.
A figure who is standing at the opposite building disappeared into the darkness. A few minutes later, the cafe was soon filled with sirens.
"Target eliminated"
"Good job Devil, your job here is done."
"The payment has been transferred to your account."
"It's nice to work together with you."
*Beep*
The phone ended. The assassin left the city, and went on his way. The massacre soon became the head news on Japan.
It's just another typical day for the 'Devil' assassin. A different lifestyle than your daily person, it's a life of being an assassin. The everyday life of your daily assassin.
After finished the job, the said assassin went to his house. The assassin's house is big, no huge, it's like a mansion (not that big).
People at this neighborhood aren't like your normal community, here everybody mind their own business. Mostly because the owners of the house are rich, if you do anything that doesn't concern them, they wouldn't bother you let even glance at you. Even if you killed someone they won't even bother, because most owners here are Politician, mafia, businessman… It's basely a quiet place.
"I'm home~" the assassin said after he entered his house. 'What am I'm doing?' 'There obviously no one here' He went to put his stuff in a safe place. Of course, so nobody can find it, not even the police. It's better to be safe than sorry, right?
He laid down on his bed. Sighing, he turned to the calendar. '3 months have already passed, huh?'
'so it's almost time' the assassin smirked when he thought that.
A/N: This just the introduction of my story, if they are some mistakes in my story please tell me (mostly spelling than grammar 0_0 )! And English is not my first language (but my class says I'm better than them…. But my spelling T-T) also please review!