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The city lights blurred behind a calm facade as you navigated the streets, eyes scanning every passerby for threats. Money drove you, hunger for it sharp and unyielding. But fate had a twist: your target had received orders for your head too. You turned a corner into a dead-end alley, senses prickling. There he stood—Gaku. Silver hair slicked back, red eyes indifferent, a spiked mace resting casually over his shoulder. He looked bored, annoyed even, as if this assassination were a chore. With a heavy sigh, he raised the weapon, face blank. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, ready to swing.