BANG!

With a loud gunshot, the figure collapsed, falling down to the floor with a loud thud. ???? walked a few steps forward, and as soon as the person on the ground started moving again, he shot another bullet, seemingly indifferent. He crouched down next to the injured man, who looked back up at him with a spiteful glare.

"You'll pay for this."

"Yeah, Yeah, sure I will," ???? nonchalantly replied, before switching to a more threatening tone. "I told you beforehand, you could've just handed them over peacefully. Now, I ask you to hand the papers over, or I will kill you."

"Fine! Fine! They're on the table, if you really want them that badly," they scoffed.

???? just hummed a reply, standing up and walking to the nearby office table, and instantly recognized the folder of files he was tasked to retrieve.

"You don't even know what's written on those."

"I don't, indeed, and I don't plan on looking," ???? retorted, taking the folder of confidential files and turning back to view the man bleeding on the floor. "I'm just doing what I was paid to do, and that's that," then he just started walking away, as he had no more business there.

"So you're just going to leave?" He was called back just as he was reaching out for the doorknob.

"I finished the task I was given," ???? replied without turning. "So I don't see a reason why I should stay. I wasn't tasked to kill you either, so be glad you're still breathing."

"And so you're just going to leave me here to bleed?"

"That's what I plan, but maybe if you scream for help someone will come and do so, it's almost morning and I didn't hit you anywhere vital." ???? stated bluntly, turning the doorknob and opening the door, ready to just leave, but was once again called back.

"But now, tell me, why did you do what you did?"

???? was starting to get a little infuriated. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't act like you only did what you did just because you were 'tasked' to do it with payment," They suddenly chuckled, despite being severely injured. "In reality, you're only doing it because a certain person asked you to, right?"

For once in that encounter, they had ????'s full attention, which might not be a good thing, looking at how he reacted to what they said. "..."

"You're acting as if you're heartless, ruthless, and indifferent, but in reality, you've been depending on someone ever since you've started your business, right? How else would you have gotten all of your assets? You owed this- 'person' a lot, and felt as if you're in debt to them, right? That's why-"

???? finally turned around, and glared at the man, holding up his gun. "Stop talking."

"And what if I don't-?"

BANG!

The room fell silent once again as another gunshot rang out, this time the bullet being shot directly through the head, finally silencing the person.

???? stood still in the same position for a couple seconds, before just turning around and leaving, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

???? snuck out of the building, the folder of files safely hidden in one of his pockets. He walked through the alleyways, heading back to where he's supposed to head back.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He immediately stopped as he heard footsteps. He looked around cautiously, trying to make out where they originated. He quietly walked forward and peaked down the crossing point in the alleyways, and saw a figure in a red hoodie walking down the opposite way. He couldn't make out their face, since their back was turned on him, but he could tell they weren't just an ordinary alleyway wanderer.

Contemplating it for a second, he decided to secretly follow behind.

"Street Arci No. 7..." He heard the figure mutter to themselves. Are they trying to get somewhere? Why use the alleyways? His suspicion grew.

The figure turned the corner, in other words, going out into the streets and out of the alleyways. ???? followed from a distance. Once they were out into the lonely side streets, it was clear they were heading somewhere. To remain hidden whilst still being able to follow, ???? quickly jumped onto the dumpster and up and up, until he was above on one of the buildings. He looked down, and even though he almost lost sight of them, he saw them walking towards a particular building. He followed behind shortly, and was able to catch up.

The figure stopped in front of a seemingly run-down building, and from above ???? could see that they pulled out something from their pocket, which they recognized to be some sort of stringer dagger.

As they walked into the yard of the building, seeing the odd movements they made, it finally clicked in ????'s head. They were an assassin.

His train of thought was cut short as someone in the building noticed the person. As they engaged in combat, more people, supposedly guards, showed up to try and stop the person. While they were doing a surprisingly good job fending so many people away at once, something struck ???? as odd.

He focused on the way they fought, and just by looking at their grip on the knife plus how they attacked, he thought that they must be fairly new at the business, that or they're not used to using a dagger. They missed a mild amount of their attacks, but even when they successfully hit, they didn't seem to cause that much damage.

As he was pondering about it, they finally fended off all of their opponents, and barged into the building. He thought about what he should do for a moment, before jumping down from the higher grounds to the lower grounds.

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He sighed in short relief, looking upon the dead bodies of his target and their minions. He didn't really feel good, considering he just went in and brutally killed people he didn't even know, even knowing the fact that the people he killed weren't really innocent, it didn't make him feel any better. He tried pushing those feelings away though, knowing the fact that he had chosen this path and couldn't go back.

He looked back at the corpses one last time, before turning around to exit the building. He walked out to the yard of the building.

"Hello there."

He almost had a heart attack as he suddenly heard a person greeting him from beside him, he thought he had killed everyone around. He immediately turned around and got on guard. But then, he noticed that the person who greeted him didn't look like the people he were fighting. "Who are you?"

"My name isn't important, but I suppose some people around here call me ????," they introduced themselves. "How about you? If I guessed correctly, you're a hitman, right?"
He froze, and ???? just chuckled seeing their reaction. "I assume that means I'm right. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm also one."

"You are-?" He finally responded after a short moment of shock.

"Mhm, although I've been one for more than a few months now, I'm not that popular yet, but back to you, you're new to this stuff, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but how did you know that?"

"Oh, I just saw you fighting those people, and just happened to notice that you didn't seem to be used to using a weapon." They answered. "Speaking of which, may I ask you where you got that stringer dagger? Those aren't that common around here."

"I just got it from a friend of mine, she was also the one that helped me become a hitman. I needed a weapon, so she gave me her extra dagger."

"I see... so is this your first mission?"

"No, actually, it's my seventh."

"Right- so you should already have at least a bit of experience with combat with a dagger, right?"

"Yeah... but I'm still pretty bad at it," he sighed. "No matter how hard I train, I can't seem to get better."

"Well, I don't think you're the problem then," ???? stated. "Perhaps, it's the dagger?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Perhaps you're not fit with a dagger, maybe you should try a different weapon and see how you feel about it."

He thought about it for a second. "Maybe you're right, but what else could I use?"

"Maybe you could try a gun," they shrugged. "Actually- if you do want to try one, here, you can try mine." As they said that, they took out their gun from their pocket, and showed it to him. "This is a Glock-43 gun, try to shoot that trashcan over there in the back as a test shot."

He was a bit hesitant, but nodded as he took the small gun and turned to where they were pointing. The small trash can stood at least meters away from them, and it would be a pretty hard shot to get first try. He aimed the gun, not really knowing how to use one, and pulled the trigger.

Not even a second later, the trash can fell over loudly. He got a perfect shot.

"This is... easier than I expected?" He commented, not sure what to say as he handed the gun back to ????. It was significantly easier to use than a dagger for him, and he also feels more comfortable using it.

"It mostly depends on the person, but yeah, maybe a gun suits you more," they hummed. "However, if you do end up using one as a primary weapon, I would suggest getting one with more bullets, so you don't have to reload that often. This model can only load 6 at a time."

"Right- but where am I able to get one?"

"You're talking to a weapon dealer right now," ???? smiled. "I can't right now, but later I could lend you some and you can see which model fits you most."

"Really? Thanks," He replied. He didn't really like that he kept on relying on people for things, but just brushed that aside and told himself that it's probably best he did, since he probably couldn't do much by himself.

"Mhm, here, have my business phone number, I'll contact you later when I'm available," ???? stated. "Oh, and by the way, I never caught your name."

He froze for a second. He never actually thought of a name for himself, he never thought he would actually need one, but he realized he couldn't just use his real name.

He thought for a second, before smiling.

"Red Bullet, pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

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When you take the statement "Maybe you could try a gun" out of context it sounds very off