Prologue: Bloody Reaper

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(Y/N)'s POV:

I walked down the silent alleys, while clutching the piece of paper that held his personal info in my right hand. He's probably already got his disgusting hands on a poor girl.

Who's info do you ask? Some weird creep that the mafia hired me to kill because of countless rape and murder. But, I get 2 million Jenny out of it so it's a win-win.

I casually turned around the corner, but quickly hid again. He was standing right there doing god-knows-what to some woman. I scowled in disgust.

Just as he was going to rip off the poor girl's clothes, I dashed forward and slashed his neck. He screamed in agony, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "Ah! What's happening? Help me!"

Fucking pathetic.

As the man kept screaming for help, the woman collapsed to the ground, staring at him with wide eyes. I got annoyed of his pleads and decapitated his head with my manipulated hand. Don't want to waste my precious time on idiots like him.

I turned toward the frightened woman and stuck out my hand for her to grab. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?", I asked.

But all she did was point an accusing finger at me and yelled: "M-m-mo-mo-monster!!!!" I clicked my tongue, visibly irritated and covered half my face with my scarf.

This is what I hate about people! You save their life and they call you a monster! Ugh, now I'm in a bad mood. "Tch", I whispered through my scarf before slicing her in half. "Unthankful bitch", I murmured before I spat on her corpse.

Remembering my assignment, I picked up the creep's head. They say, I need proof, there it is.

I made my way toward the auctioning house, where the mafia would be waiting for me and his head.

Once I arrived, I quickly pulled my scarf up to my nose. I'm not really the type of person who wants to be seen or be paid attention to.

When I was in front of them, I harshly threw the decapitated head at the boss. "There you go.", I said in a monotone.

He nodded at me and gave me a friendly smile, even though I just threw a head at him. The boss then handed me my money.

"Thank you. Bloody Reaper."

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Word count: 400

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