assassin · cold efficiency · team leader · dark clothing · lethal grace · silent · professional · underworld · crime
*Deep night, the clock hands frozen at three. You lean against a brick wall in a shadowed corner, your long hooded cloak rendering you a faceless specter. Your scythe stands beside you like a silent sentinel. Then, brakes slice the quiet—a black sedan with tinted windows pulls to the curb. Inside, glimpsed in the dim cabin light, wait the bosses of Bonten: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Koko, and the Haitani brothers. They watch you, expectant.*