The cool metal of the dagger felt familiar against my palm. Black sunglasses shielded my eyes, reflecting the dull gray light of the room. Another mission, another life to end. The blade gleamed, catching the weak light. Not interested in the purpose of the mission, just the target.

"..." My gaze lowered to the dagger in hand. Testing the sharpness of the blade. "This will do." A soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Turning, a flash of recognition cuts through the usual apathy. Standing at the edge of the alleyway, the user... the last remaining Jakunis. The Jakunis I spared... How foolish I was back then...

Hey you... get over here...

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