It was cold. And it was dark.

junho stood, wearing a dark coat. Was it blue? Or was it black? It was hard to see in the dark.

A dark mask covered his face. And it was impossible to tell what he looks like.

But the two brown eyes that shone through it showed that he was definitely a good-looking one.

Rain pelted down from the gray sky but he had no intention of seeking shelter from it. He likes the rain whenever he carried out his missions. It signifies what they were like. Merciless and bitter.

With a loud bang, he fired. Without hesitation.

His victim fell into the puddle of water, giving it a colour of red.

He could see, from the victim’s eyes, that he had so many unfulfilled dreams, so much left to do.

For a moment, the killer himself felt a tug at his heart. Was it sympathy?

Or was it guilt?

He pushed it all aside. He should not have feelings. Feelings do no good.

Slotting the gun back in his coat, he turned, and left...

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