"The weapon needs to be upgraded. Handguns have too many flaws for head-on high-intensity combat; they're better suited as a conventional tool."
After reflecting, Dean managed to clear all traces of his presence. He then took care of the bruises from being shot, covering them with his pajamas, before wrapping his arms around the soundly sleeping Latina beauty and drifting off himself...
「Elsewhere.」
With a stranger's Caucasian face, Monet sat on the corpse transport vehicle that had just left Carmen Manor, looking somewhat melancholically out the window.
In the underworld, there are also unspoken rules. Assassinating members of top families is a taboo for killers. My career as an assassin ended the moment I left Carmen Manor. Those in power kill one to warn a hundred. My life has also begun its countdown... I hope I can avenge my brother before I die. That would be a release for me.
