One, two, three… fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine…. forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...
“It’s almost midnight.” I spoke to a man who’s now standing in front of me. He looked fairly tall, sounds quite professional, smells like underground, and feels like nothing but a normal person. His mask was the only identification of him being an assassin, a Schatten, to be exact. He might sound professional because of his silent steps, but f**k, he took almost a minute to pick my locks.
“I guess you’re awaiting your death, Mister Reisun.” He replied with the different voice-changer that he used last time I met her in front of the art workshop.
I stood up, holding two of my daggers an
