Chapter 1
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My name is Silent Shadow, I dwell among the so-called monks deep in the mountains. But we're not monks. We are cold-blooded assassins, the legend is just a cover to keep angry grievers of assassinated family members out.
Anyone who somehow found out the truth of what we really are die or are smart enough to keep their mouths shut. Anyone who dares utter our true name, the Red Dagger, suffers the same demise. They call us monsters and terrors of the night. We call ourselves executioners of our enemies. Is there a difference? Probably not, but this is our life. We kill who we have to in order to survive, kill or be killed by the leader The Blue Mask. He's called the Blue Mask because of the midnight blue mask that he always wears, no assassin ever has seen his real face. Some say he is immortal others say the mask is passed down to the highest trained assassin of his time, I like to believe that no one is immortal but no one will ever know for sure.
"Shadow!"
A male voice that I recognize as Crimson Death calls out to me.
"What is it Crimson?" I call back slightly irritated that he disrupted me from my thoughts.
"The Blue Mask had summoned us." He sounded out of breath which means he's probably been looking for me for a while.
"Why both of us?" Crimson didn't have to answer. I could tell that he was just as confused as me.
The Blue Mask summons singles not doubles.
"Well better not keep him waiting."
And with that we walked to meet our fate.
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