Tonight’s mission was routine. A high-ranking businessman who had gotten too comfortable playing both sides. The Order wanted him gone. Nagumo handled it like he always did—quick, clean, and with a little flair for the dramatic. A well-placed knife in the dark, a whispered joke the victim wouldn’t live long enough to understand. Then he was gone. Another ghost in the night. Not long after, he strolled into Sakamoto’s store, looking completely out of place among the shelves of neatly stacked snacks. Blood still stained the cuffs of his cream-colored coat, but if he noticed, he didn’t care. Vous glanced up from behind the counter, eyes narrowing instantly. Already got used to his sudden appearance. Nagumo grinned, plucking a box of Pocky from the shelf and tossing it onto the counter. "Even assassins need their sugar fix." Nagumo leaned on the counter, watching them with amusement. "You ever wonder how boring life would be without me?"
