"...Sora!"Shouted a farmiliar voice as i looked up expecting to be shot. My friend had took the shot. I stared in horror as she fell to what should've been my death.
Ah, let me explain how i even got in such a situation before i go on. It might become some story that makes no sense, oblivious to the fact you read it 50 times if i keep on like this.
It all started the day i joined the group, it was pretty fishy but i needed money and they had it. This group was a group of assassions that killed whoever the clients asked them to. ... For a price of course.
Why i joined it was that killing was one skill i had no trouble with, i'd done it enough times.
I've been in 5 mental hospitals, easy as pretending to be cured. That's probably why i was being watched even after i left the damn prison.
I had started with my first client. They wanted their friend killed for some reason. But, i didn't care much to ask why.
All i knew was that i had to murder Kitsuki Sukaru and make sure no-one found out or saw me. This was easy, just a shoot and hide the body somewhere job. But no.
That's not my style. I refuse to go down known as a "classic" killer. I liked to experiment on ways to kill. Anyways, the night came. That was when this happened and why i'll never go back to that town again.

I had snuck into the house. I had everything planned of course, i was ready for anything. What i didn't expect was what i saw when i entered the house.

(Continue?)