As the sun goes down, the moon and darkness took over the Japanese island. The hot air of summer was replaced by the cool breeze of the night. A few stars could be seen, high up in the sky, since the light of the city, blinded the citizens from their beauty. Not all parts of the city were covered by lights of streets, building, festivals... In some part, it was completely devoured by the shadow of the full moon. The perfect opportunity for crimes to raise. With the age of heroes, villains, gangsters and the mafia were all been pushed further into the underworld. They couldn't longer spread their evil acts across the country. It's too dangerous now to act out into the open. the risks of being caught by a pro-hero are to grant to even try such a foolish act. However, the night also has a lot of benefits. Working in the shadows, behind the scene, made a lot easier for common thugs to earn some catch if they knew the right.

Deals are made around the clock and one of these meetings was taking place in a warehouse filled with wooden crates, pilled up with each other. Tonight, Kirā gang is scheduled to meet with the Japanese mafia inside the warehouse. The leader of the gang, nicknamed the Dragon, stood inside the place with a few of his goons behind him. He waited for his buyer to come. This part of the city was his and he made sure to remind them. He was the one to establish the rule of the deal not them. He wouldn't the mafia push him around without a word to say.

As the leader waited for them, three vehicles were moving across the streets, toward his location. There was two blinded four-wheeled vehicle

One in front and one in the back of the black limousine. Their prime objective is to protect the buyer, who was inside the limousine. They were prepared in case they were attacked by the gang or by him.

The interior of the main vehicle was nicely made and had a luxurious design. The sofas were red and there was a big rounded table with a few drinks on it. The smell of nature filled the limo, making the passenger relax as they waited to arrive at their destination. On the sofa, the man was seated with his laptop in front of him.

The man couldn't see anything except for the darkness, which covered it. He didn't need to see the man behind the screen, he only needed to hear his voice.

"Do you truly believe that he has the package" The man behind the screen spoke as he thought that his colleague was chasing a false lead.

"Don't worry brother, my trust my intelligence. I'm positive the Dragon has what we need."

A few seconds of silence passed between the two as the man behind the screen though about his brother words. Thinking about the situation and knowing that he couldn't do anything but to trust him, he decided to give his approval.

"I trust you in this mission but if you fail to retrieve the package or if it turns out to be a fake one then you will have a lot of explaining to do. The high council wouldn't please to learn of your failure to our cause. Understood?"

"I understand brother. I will not fail the order. I will retrieve the package with any means necessary."

With that said, the man ended the call. Putting back his laptop on the table, he took a bottle of whiskey, opened up and poured it in a glass.A content sigh escaped his lips as he took a sip of his of his mission, he was pulled out of his thought when he heard the driver, knocking on the window behind him.

With a press of a button, the window lowered itself, revealing the face of the driver, he too wore a faceless mask, just like his boss.

"Boss, we're almost there. The warehouse is just in front of us"

"Are our snipers ready?" He boss asked, making sure that his backup plan is secured. If the deal was a trap, he needs to make sure to have his man ready in case there is a shootout. He isn't planning on dying by some low-life thugs. Plus it will make sure to show them that they're serious in this matter.

"Tell them to only shoot at my command. we do not need to make things complicated if we do not need."

"Of course sir"

The closed the window up before returning back to his drink, satisfied that his men were there to protect him. In reality, he wasn't scared of the Kirā gang, in fact, he thinks they are a joke. The one who he is concerned about and who got is full attention, is the man who has been slowly taking down their order, found their deepest secrets, reduced the number of men working for them. They were either killed or arrested by the police. Even the high council couldn't ignore him anymore. He knew too much and his actions had serious consequences on them, making thing even harder than before. He hoped that he will be able to retrieve the package without him coming in his way. At least he has his snipers standing on the surrounding rooftops, around the warehouse, in case he shows up.

Unknown to him, the man he spoke off, was just above him, on a rooftop, staring at his limousine as it drives toward the warehouse. With the light of the moon covering him from above, the hooded black figure examined his environment, more specifically, he observes the snipers on top of the buildings. He knew that they were intended for him but doesn't matter to him. They posed little threat but still, he will need to move with caution, if he doesn't want to get spotted by any of them.

Standing above the edge of the roof, he sees one of the sniper turning his vision toward him. Before he could spot him, the dark leaps into the air, clenching his left hand while in mid-air, he disappears in a blink of an eye. Leaving no trace of his presence near the rooftop, only to reappear behind the sniper who was lying on the ground. Standing tall, behind him, he crouched down and reached his neck with his hand. A hard jab on the big nerve of his neck was all he needed to put him to sleep.

One man down and nine others to go. No matter how many of them they were, he will steal the package and take out his target. There is too much on the line for him to fail. He's risking everything he has by going in there but he knows that the only way to save humanity is to draw out blood. These men are even more dangerous than any villains All might fought in the past. Taking out lives is never easy and shouldn't be enjoyed, however, sometimes it is your only option, especially with the cultists.

Running across the rooftop to rooftop with grace and skills while avoiding the sniper's line of sight. Moving and teleporting behind each of them, he silently took them out without killing them. It isn't necessary to spill their blood. Their death wouldn't change anything so he let live.

As the unknown man moves across the roof, the Japanese mafia, finally, reached the meeting. Parking behind the warehouse, the faceless leader moved out of his limousine, walking in front of the man door with his men following him from behind.

"Our gunmen are ready. They are currently standing above the warehouse. Visual contact has been made with the dragon. He's in there with a couple of his men, standing in the shadows behind him. All of them are fully arms."

The leader nodded his head, confirming his suspicions that the dragon would bring his men with him. At least he's prepared for them.

Standing in front of the main door, he signalled his henchmen to open it. A loud crack could be heard while the door was being pushed, causing the Kirā gang to pull out their weapons, aiming at the intruders only to find that it is the mafia. He orders his men to stand down, not wanting to cause a shootout if not necessary. The Faceless leader also told his man to withdrawn their weapons, seeing that he wasn't posing a threat, yet. He still told them to be in high alert, in case they decided to attack them. S they could steal their money.

Closing the distance between him and the Dragon, while his men followed him with care, he took the time to fully observe the man and his surrounding. The dragon was a middle age man. He has a bald head, a dragon was tattooed on his left cheek, a big scar covered his right eyes, probably got it from one of his fights. The man wore a black T-shirt with a flaming skull on it, his jeans had holes in them and he wore old Jordon shoes. Looking behind him, he could see his men hiding in the shadows, they had their hands near their gun, ready to draw them out just like his own henchmen. Hopefully, they wouldn't depart with blood on their hands. Some of them were seated on the wooden crates above them.

Reaching the middle of the warehouse, where a single light bulb illuminated the area, both leaders of each party stood five feet away from each other. The tension rose with each second they didn't talk. Finally, the dragon spoke.

"Do you have the money?" He asked while moving his gaze toward a man who has a briefcase in his hands.

The Faceless leader called the very same man with the briefcase to forward with. He took the case from his hands and with two clicks it opened. Turning around, the dragon had a huge smile on his face when he saw the amount of money inside. He never saw so much green in his life, he could make a garden with it.

"Give us the money"

The mafia boss's closed the briefcase before putting it down and with one good kick, it sliced toward the thug, stopping near his food. The gang leader picked up and gave it to one of his men.

"Make sure it's all here. I don't want to leave without knowing we got everything I ask for."

the thug nods before opening the case again, counting each yen with cate, so he wouldn't forget the number

High above the warehouse, two snipers, who stood at the opposite side of the window, looked down where the meeting was taking place. They both observe the interior of the place, noting the number of thugs inside and how many of them were armed.

"How many do you see" the gunner from the left side spoked to his colleague from the right as he spotted another man behind a crate.

"I currently see two others in the back. If my math is good, then there is at least fifteen of them while we only have ten men protecting our boss" The man adjusted his scoper, crushing his cigarette on the ground while blowing out smoke from his mouth.

"This doesn't look good. They're outnumbered." the other sniper spoke, worrying that they wouldn't be able to stop all of them if a fight broke out

"Don't worry man. This is why we're here, to make sure to provide backup in case everything goes in complete shit down there. We are the best in the business. We can take out a couple of low-lives thugs on our own. So don't piss in your pants right now, leave it to the day you see someone with blade near your neck...back."

The sniper became alarmed as he heard his friend, letting out a choking sound. Worry that something about to him, he stood up and look toward him. Aiming his Fo4 rifle toward the source of the sound.

"Are you alright? I heard you choke for a second..." he trails off with eyes widened as he saw the lifeless body of his friend on the ground, his head lying on the side.

The man cursed before moving at the opposite side of the window. He took a glance down below to see that nothing happened yet. With a relieved sigh he ran toward the unconscious sniper, looking around him in case someone was hiding in the shadows. Seeing no one other than him, he crouched down, place his finger underneath his nose. He let out a mouthful of air, relieved that he could feel his friend's breathing over his finger. He wasn't dead but out cold.

"Wake up. We have a job to do." He shook him a couple of time, with no sign of life except for his constant breathing and his low heart rate.

He jumps when he a footstep behind him. Gun ready to fire, he quickly turns around and aims. His finger stopped near the trigger when he saw nothing but darkness. With eyebrows raised, he took a couple of steps, looking at each side of the roof.

"What's going..." He didn't have time to finish before he felt someone kick the back of his knee, making him fall on it. Alerted by his attackers and panicking over the fact he has the disadvantage, he took his knife from his belt and tried to stab him. In mid-way, he felt a hand grabs his wrist where he held the knife and twisted it, not hard enough to break it but enough to cause him pain, making him drop the knife on the ground. Before he felt a hard jab on the side of his neck. Feeling his body freeze from shock, his visions filled with back spots and his body not responding, he fell unconscious.

Down below, the Kirā gang and the Japanese mafia had their weapons pointed at each other throats. The dragon gritted his teeth from being a fool to them.

"WHAT THE DUCK IS THIS" he pointed over the briefcase.

"This is half the money we agreed on." He tightened his grip on his gun.

Staying calm the faceless leader raised both of his hand to show him that he wasn't a threat to him, he only needs him to listen to his reasons for giving him haft the money he asked for.

"I only gave you haft because you haven't given me proof you hold the package with you. I have the other haft with me and I will gladly give it to you if you show me the package. I want to make sure you're telling the truth and you aren't giving me a fake one. Is that clear?"

The gang leader took a few seconds to respond, thinking about the situation and the best course of action. Seeing there will be no deal if he doesn't show the package to them, he whistled to one of his men who was currently seated on a crate with a backpack, right next to him. Hearing his boss whistle, he took the backpack in his hand, jumped off the crate. Standing near his boss, he unzips the large bag, withdrawing a twined bladed knife.

The mafia leader smiles as look over the blade. It looks like the original far afar but he will need to have a closer look to make sure it's real.

"Will you allow me to take a closer look at it. I need to see if it's real or not. I promise I will not touch it without your permission"

Detecting no harm in it, he gave his impression to examine it without touching.

The masked man took three steps before the thugs pointed his gun at him, telling him he was far too close for comfort. Sighing in defeat, he began analysis the blades before him, scanning the markings on it and its design. The blade was identical to the original one. It has everything in it. He is certain that this is real. No one can recreate this type of design so perfectly, it's so unique. He couldn't remember the last time he had his gaze on it.

Satisfied by the result, he snaps his fingers. A henchman came out from the shadows with another briefcase in his hands. He gave it to his boss to which he handed over to the Dragon by sliding it over the ground, just like last time.

Counting the money, the thug told his boss it contained the other haft of the money. The dragon grinned at the statement, drawing back his gun with the rest who figured that they had everything from the mafia.

"I did my part, now do yours" he told them, eyeing him in case he decided to back out of their deal with his money. His worry ended when he saw the thug, who has the blade, walking toward him to hand it over.

As the thug marched with the blade on his hand, the faceless leader noticed something abnormal. Ignoring the thugs in front of him, he looks toward the crates, realizing the thugs who have been stationed it there, were suddenly gone with no trace. He started to panic as he clearly remembers seeing them a second ago, which means ...

"He's here" This mission just got a lot more difficult. Trying to contact his snipers, he cursed under his breath as no one was answering him. He managed to either knock them out or killed them. The faster he grabs the blade, the faster he will be able to escape the warehouse. He isn't planning on dying yet, bit until he accomplishes his mission to the order.

Having the blade a few inches away from him, he jumps at the chance to take in his grasp before something happens to him or to the blade. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough as blood spilled on his mask, followed by a scream of agony. taken by surprise by the blood, he wiped away from his face. His heart starts to speed up from fear as he sees the thug in front of him, screaming while holding his right wrist. Blood came out of it, his hand was no longer there, only flesh and blood. The hand, which was holding the blade, fell to the ground, still holding it in its grasp.

Everyone gasped by the sudden events which occurred in front of their eyes. Each one of them could the colour of their face being drain out as they saw a hooded dark figure standing in the middle of the two parties. His blade was covered with the blood of his victim from cutting off his right hand.

"SHIT, IT'S THE MASKED FELON. SHOOT HIM."

Snapping out of the horrible scene which occurred, the Kirā gang aims at the intruder. But before they could fire, they saw black smoke circling around his left arm like snake trapping its prey all over their body. He raised his fist and punched into thin air, toward them. The smoke came out from his fist, creating a massive dark wind blast. Every member of the gang flew as the strength of his attack blew them out of their feet, making them crash into the crates behind them. The impact causes the piled up crates to lose balance and fell over the remaining gangster. Some of them managed to avoid it but they too dizzy to fight as the effect of the blast took a big hit on them.

Shock by the pure strength of their enemy, they also got ready to attack. They all heard about the Masked felon and his capability and skills. They knew he was strong but they didn't image him to be this strong. Seeing him take down the gang, they didn't waste any time to shoot at him. With a blink of an eye, the dark man disappears, leaving the bullets bypassed him

"Shit where is he?" a henchman asked.

Knowing where he will teleport, the mafia leader turns around to see the assassin behind them, his men with no clue he was just standing behind them.

"You fool! He's just behind you"

Confused by his statement, his men turn around to see their target behind the shadows. The man closest to him tried to shoot at him however, he was too slow to get a shot, as the assassins leap in the air and kick him at his stomach, launching him on his friend behind him.

With all of these guns, aiming at him at him, he teleported near a guar, before they managed to fire, stroked his neck with the side of his neck, making him choke which resulted in him, dropping his gun on the ground while he held his neck. With one punch on his face he knocked him out.

"What are you waiting for. Shoot him" The Masked felon was standing near his men as he fought so the others will hesitate to shoot, not wanting to kill one of their guys by accident.

They immediately fire at him, each bullet pierced through his body like a piece of papers. Smiles formed on their leader's face, he couldn't believe that they actually killed him.

"And here I fought he was the order biggest threat" He thought.

His smile immediately fell apart when he saw the assassin's body turned to dust. His body, clothes, weapons, everything on him was gone before he hit the ground. Suddenly, three clouds of smoke appeared before revealing, not one nor two but three Masked felons. The mafia leaders couldn't understand everything that was happening. One of him was already challenging, three will be impossible. He knew that two of them were fake and one was real but which one.

His men, without knowing who to shoot first, they decided to kill all three of them, hoping to kill the right one. The leader felt his body paralyzed from shock from watching his men being taken out one by one by two clones assassins and the original one. Forcing legs to move, despite the fear overcoming him, he looks down at the blade. Remembering his mission he picked them up and ran at the opposite side of the building, hoping he could get away before he took out everyone single one of them.

Suddenly he felt a hand gripping his shirt from behind, yanking him back until he felt the chest of his aggressor. He stopped struggling as he felt the coldness of the retractable blade on his neck. The scent of dried blood filled his nose. Through the reflexion of the blade, he saw his enforcer's bodies, lying on the ground. All of them knock out cold by the assassin who pinned him by twisting his right arms on his back, making drop the twined blade. The warm breath of the assassin, smacked his cheek while a sip of blood came out of his neck. Certain he will die, he closes his eyes and waited for his end.

As the blade began to move, the assassin was smacked across the warehouse, crashing against the wall. Surprised by the coldness leaving his neck he turns around to see his saviour. The dragon was the one who saved him. The man had eight spider legs coming out of his back. Using them, he rose himself twelve feet up in the air, crawling toward the nan who dared attack him and his man. With a furious expression, raised two of his sharps legs and threw them at him.

When the assassin shook his head from dizziness, his attention turns back to the dragons who had two huge spider legs coming his way. if he wasn't on the brink of death, he would have squealed from excitement. Lifting his left hand, trying not to waste his stamina, created a void shield around him, causing the legs to break at impact. The huge man spider screamed his pain, each of his two leg's bones broke in half like a thin wooden stick.

Taking the opportunities as he yelled in pain, black vines came out of his hand, attaching themselves to his chest. The Vines immediately pulled himself in high speed into the villain. With dark smoke wrapping itself around his arm, punched released another windblast, the moment his fist collided with gang leaders face. All of his legs snapped at the amount of pressure from the wind since he was close to point of concentration. He collided into the hard concrete wall, unable to move any more.

"Shit" The assassin murmured to himself when he saw that his target escapes with the blade he searched for. Making his eyes expand underneath his mask, his vision changes, seeing through the darkness, he saw his target on the other side of the wall, running toward his vehicle.

Wanting to preserve his stamina in case of emergency, like pro-heroes ambushing him, he decided to chase after him on foot. Running along with his target, he busted out of the wooden door with a punch, not as strong as the last one, it didn't take much of his strength to perform this act.

The mafia leader almost fell on his knee when he heard the sound of woods breaking. He knew who it was, the fact that he took out the man slider proves that he's the one pursuing. The blade in one hand, he used the other to pull out his car keys from his pocket. Having a hard to find it, he accidentally let go of the blade.

"Mother fucker" He cursed, deciding to retrieve the key first before picking the blade up. Finally with the key on his hand, he grabs the package.

Reaching his limo, he unlocks pushed the blade inside on the passenger seat before taking his place in front of the wheel. Starting the engine he pressed the petal at its maximum, enveloping the tire in a cloud of smoke and dust.

He drove off through the street, looking through his mirror, there was no sign of the Marked felon. Sighing with a grin on his face, believing in escape his predator. He got a nice surprise when he heard someone landed on top of the limousine.

Uncontrollaling sweating, from the little heart attack he had, he drove left and right, trying to launch him out of here with the force of the air. Unfortunately for him, the assassin isn't easy to him shake off. Reaching the front window of the limo, he pulls out his retractable blade and stabs his target in his chest before he could point his gun at him. With the man dead, he drove straight over a light pole. The engine burst into flame at the impact. Before the engine burned down, he managed to retrieve the twined blade knife from the passenger seat before jumping away.

Looking at the limo, he noticed the driver's door opening, revealing his target who crawled away from the vehicle before it exploded.

Forgetting his target for a second and focusing his attention on the twin blade in his left hand. He closed his eyes, focusing its energy into his hand, desperately trying to discover any sign of its true origin. He got more and more frustrated as he couldn't detect or activate it. The blade didn't react at his mark. The blade was fake. He groaned from anger and frustration. If it was fake then, someone must have stolen it from the Kirā gang before the meeting or his informant lied to him. Either way he will retrieve it one day no matter how difficult the task is. He won't fail now.

Putting the fake blade in his belt since he didn't want the pro-hero to discover what he was searching for in this meeting, he gazes fell on his target. At least, a high member of the cult will be eliminated, causing fewer names on his list.

Marching toward the man, pushed him on his back before grabbing his mask and removes as he wanted to see the face of his target. He saw the fear in his eyes whilst he rested his blade on his neck. The man coughed out a few drops of blood as he stares into the assassin mask, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape anymore. He just wanted to end his life by failing the high council.

"What are you waiting for...Shinoha. Kill me already. I won't stand still while you take the satisfaction of seeing cowering in fear. I embrace death as I know that one day my brother will go after and ruin everything you love in your life. The order lived for thousands of years and will still continue to live another thousand in the future."

Enough of hearing him, he complied with his request. Pressing harder onto his neck, he moved the bladed across it,

splattering blood on the street. The body became lifeless as it stopped moving from pain. The assassin closed his eyes, giving his final respect.

With haft of his objective completed, he will have to make his search another time as he felt his falling in sleep. He closed his eyes and imagined his room in his dorm. Closing his left hand, the smell of smoke from the limousine disappear and everything went silent. He opens his eyes to see his dorm room around him. Teleporting him, across the city, took every last bit of his stamina. He fell o. his knees, breathing hard as he tried to calm down. He removed his hood and mask, revealing a green haired boy with a plain looking face. The boy underneath the assassin mask is Izuku Midoriya himself

He took off his clothes and weapons, hid them underneath his bed. Taking his retractable blade with him, he enters the bathroom with a paper towel. Turning the tap to make the water flow, he cleans up his blade, using the paper towels to wash it off. He needs to make sure the smell wouldn't stock on it so he scrubbed it even harder than usual. As he slowly removes the evidence, he flinched from the pain on his stomach. There was a deep scar on it which he got a few days ago. He cursed himself from getting injured during the fight and cursed himself for not having enough rest to replenish his stamina. If he rested more and reduced the among of training, then the mission would have be a lot easier tonight. He got exhausted faster than usual by using his power. Next time he should rest more often in his room.

Looking back at the mark on his left hand while turning off the water, Izuku began thinking about his current situation, on how he, a U.A student in the hero course and the successor of All might, has fallen into a dark path to save humanity itself.

Also how about the fact, he lived a double life, hiding it from the people he loves.

How he started killing people.

And how, he came an agent of the outsider.

It all started four months ago...