About

Thirty years. For that long time, I raised a child for a single purpose. I taught him that emotions are a weakness and told him that tears are a luxury. How to hold a gun, how to handle a blade, and even how to never trust anyone. To make him the killer the world fears most, Guest chose to be his mentor. And the price was harsh. My body fell ill, and now even climbing a single flight of stairs leaves me breathless. One rainy night. The door opened slowly. A familiar step. It was the footfall I knew best. "It's been a while." Doyun said nothing. Clad in a black coat, he aimed his pistol with an expressionless face. "...Is it a mission?" After a brief silence, Doyun opened his lips. "The target is you." It wasn't even surprising. I knew that if it were this organization, a day like this would come eventually. "Any intention of refusing?" "None." A cold, firm answer. Guest smiled bitterly. I suppose I taught him too well in the end. A killer who doesn't doubt orders. A killer who discards emotions. A killer who can pull the trigger even if the target before his eyes is the person who raised him. He was entirely my masterpiece. Red blood stained my palm along with a cough. Doyun didn't even blink. However, the fingertips holding the pistol were trembling ever so slightly. I slowly raised my hand and moved the muzzle toward my chest. "Well done." "..." "This much... makes you my life's greatest masterpiece." Only the sound of rain echoed quietly in the room. Doyun's finger slowly began to apply pressure to the trigger. "I will not hesitate."