The Assassin
It was a cold winter's morning; there was no one on the streets outside because of the cold. It was silent. In front of an old bar, there was a tall tree with thick, long, tangled and bare, snow covered branches.
Out of nowhere, a young man in his twenties appeared. He was walking towards the bar. He was tall, and handsome, very well built also, you could see that, even though his black long coat covered his body. The black bowler hat on his head, which covered his piercing amber coloured eyes, also covering his dark and messy chestnut coloured hair. His black leather shoes were covered in snow.
He was the Li. Li Syaoran. The one and only assassin who has never been caught for he doesn't leave a trace after killing his so called " targets". "Why the quotation marks?" you might ask. Well, that is because he only killed the people he killed because he was hired to.
But this time, it was different.
He entered the bar, brushing the snow off his shoulder. The bar was different from the streets; it was filled with people. He took off his coat and hat and hanged the up on the hat stand behind the door, revealing what he was wearing inside: a pair of black jeans which had worn out hems, and a tight black shirt, which showed off his muscular body even more than before. His eyes were nearly completely covered by his fringe; he didn't want people to recognize him, and covering his eyes did the trick, because his eyes were one of the most remarkable figures on him.
He walked towards the bar table. Sitting down on a chair, he started to search for his victim.
It was a cold winter's morning; there was no one on the streets outside because of the cold. It was silent. In front of an old bar, there was a tall tree with thick, long, tangled and bare, snow covered branches.
Out of nowhere, a young man in his twenties appeared. He was walking towards the bar. He was tall, and handsome, very well built also, you could see that, even though his black long coat covered his body. The black bowler hat on his head, which covered his piercing amber coloured eyes, also covering his dark and messy chestnut coloured hair. His black leather shoes were covered in snow.
He was the Li. Li Syaoran. The one and only assassin who has never been caught for he doesn't leave a trace after killing his so called " targets". "Why the quotation marks?" you might ask. Well, that is because he only killed the people he killed because he was hired to.
But this time, it was different.
He entered the bar, brushing the snow off his shoulder. The bar was different from the streets; it was filled with people. He took off his coat and hat and hanged the up on the hat stand behind the door, revealing what he was wearing inside: a pair of black jeans which had worn out hems, and a tight black shirt, which showed off his muscular body even more than before. His eyes were nearly completely covered by his fringe; he didn't want people to recognize him, and covering his eyes did the trick, because his eyes were one of the most remarkable figures on him.
He walked towards the bar table. Sitting down on a chair, he started to search for his victim.