As he walked down the street, I raised my gun, pointing it directly at his back.

I couldn't take him from the front, he was a trained assassin. He would kill me before I could kill him.

It was cowardly, yes, but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that I would take down the bastard that killed my parents.

I slowly squeezed down the trigger, hesitating.

In that time, he whirled around and kneed me in the stomach.

"Tsk. You'll never kill me if you wait so much."

He patted my back as I was hunched over his knee, trying to catch my breath.

He pushed me off hard, sending me toppling onto the floor, at the same time, he grabbed the gun away.

I wheezed, my breath was still knocked out of me.

His face was completely stoic, but a small, almost unnoticeable smirk played on his lips.

He walked off.

I managed to get on my feet.

I started the long crawl home.

Suddenly, a bunch of drunk old men surrounded me.

They were talking, but I couldn't understand anything that they were saying.

(They were Japanese)

One of them held down my arms while the others pulled down my pants.

I was completely weaponless- or so they thought.

In a flash, I pulled out a knife, slashing the man holding me down.

Staring menacingly at them, I waved the knife threateningly, a universal threat for get-your-asses-out-of-here.

They scattered not too long after that.

Living on the streets made you prepared for anything, including half-assed attempts at .

With as much dignity as I could muster, I pulled up my ripped pants and walked home, my white underwear flashing through my dark denim jeans.

Limping, I opened the door to my apartment.

Someone was inside.

It was the person from earlier, but I wasn't surprised.

I pointed the bloodstained knife at him, lunging with all of my strength.

He swiftly evaded it and pulled it away.

I struggled to get away from him, but as usual, he picked me up like a squirming puppy and tossed me roughly onto the couch.

"I made some food, so sit down and eat."

My name's Junhong, but you can call me Zelo.

I live with Bang Yongguk, a freelance assassin.

He killed my parents.

You might wonder, why the hell are you living with him, then?

Not out of love, that's for sure.

More like pure hate.

I live with him because I'm going to kill him.