For Mamushi, a day spent killing is not a special day.

Wake up in the morning. Take a shower. Fix the hair. Choose a three-piece suit.

And then, head to the requested job.

Today was the same.

Put on the eyepatch in front of the mirror. There is no vision on the left side. Even so, he has rarely found it inconvenient.

Put the necessities in a bag and leave the room.

Get off the elevator.

Outside the apartment, a child was walking hand-in-hand with their mother. Mamushi passes by them, but no one pays him any mind.

That is fine.

An assassin has no need to be remembered by anyone.

Mamushi blended into the crowd and headed for work.

Mamushi liked watching people.

People waiting for the train on the station platform. People waiting for the light to change. People waiting for someone in a cafe.

A person's true nature often comes out when they are waiting.

The irritated. The restless. The ones who check their watch repeatedly.

Mamushi sat on a bench in front of the station, watching them. Twenty minutes until the job. Today's target will pass through this street in about ten minutes.

Mamushi looks at his wristwatch, turns his gaze toward the end of the street, and stands up. It's time for work.

He follows the target, erasing his presence.