The street was completely consumed by darkness. Without the presence of the moon, the stars are the only matter left bringing light to this world. A cold, crisp gush of air blew past by Colton Collymore so he cupped his hands, took a breath in, and exhaled a vibrant, white fog. Working in the restaurant with this bizzare weather is spelling disaster. However he needs the money. That is the life of a typical, nonchalant waiter.

Ten minutes has passed by and Collymore has arrived at his destination. With a slight nudge, he was exposed to the quiet interior of the restaurant. Colton could hear his heart beat along with a slight buzzing noise from this peaceful, hushed room. Ten minutes left until this paradise becomes trampled on by a storm. Off to the changing room he went and it seems today was playing out to be just like every other day, exhausting.

"Colton you're early," said the man. "You should always be early to work Jack."

"Yeah yeah, anyways, did you hear the news," Jack questioned, glancing towards Colton, "A big shot streamer has a reservation."

"Oh, so who will be their waiter," Colton asked, already knowing the answer, "good luck Colton! Don't let us down."

"I was right. Today is going to be exhausting," Collymore whined. "Come on, if it's you getting a big tip is only natural."

"I know already so stop pestering me dammit," he demanded.

"Thanks, you're a real life saver," Jack expressed.

Just like that, twenty minutes has gone by. Colton glanced at his surroundings and spotted the so called "streamer" everyone is talking about. His heart rate slowed down and his eyes were fixated on the streamer. Collymore softly brushed his hair with his fingers and approached the group with a bid smile.

"Hello, my name is Colton Collymore and I will be your waiter for today," he said with a smile.

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The streamer peaked at the man from head to toe. Staring at Colton's pursed lips to his raven-like hair. His eyes were black however, it looks more like a dark purple. Even his clothes complimented his looks to a perfect point.

"You have a handsome smile," said the streamer.

"You have a beautiful smile to ma'am," Colton replied, "Don't call me ma'am you're making me sound old. Call me eve."

Collymore continued the conversation between eve and her group. A few times chills ran up his spine and his eyes twitched from absolute cringe. If it wasn't for the extra tip he's aiming for Colton would've left long ago. Finally, they began ordering food and after a good twenty minutes, dinner was served.

"I hope you enjoy the food you have ordered," Colton expressed, wanting to leave, "Could you stay? We like talking to you."

"This fucking annoying quack. Let me live in peace," He thought.

Colton never had his smile leave his face. However, his hand were fully closed clenching firmly on nothing. He felt his teeth slowly grinding against each other as veins began popping out his neck. Suddenly, a voice called out to him, stopping the conversation.

"Colton can you come here for a sec," a woman asked. "Please wait a moment."

"That was an order Mr. Demon." The noise came to an abrupt stop. Collymore gently placed his hands upon the table. He tilted his head staring downwards. The smile has completely disappeared and his eyes showed no signs of life

"And you are? I'm pretty sure I hid my past pretty well," Colton stated. "That isn't all I know about you."

"Colton Collymore age nineteen. When you were at the age of ten You're entire family but one sister was kidnapped. While you and your father were tortured, your mother and older sister were raped to death. In the end you only survived since the police finally arrived," the woman explained.

"That's when your life began utterly hell. No money and a little sister to raise you got several jobs. At fourteen you dropped out of highschool to pursue more jobs. You get roughly two hours of sleep daily and have a total of six jobs currently. One of those jobs is a shady job isn't?" The woman stated.

She continued to glare at Colton's back with curious eyes. His feet tapped impatiently as his fingers vigorously knocked on the table. Everything is going according to the script she created.

"Colton Collymore with a total of 150 confirmed kills. The greatest assassin in the world and America's shadow, the Cursed Demon," She continued.

"Damn what a fucking stalker. Your target is me however there is no hostility towards me." Colton turned his body completely around and leaned against the table.

"What's your motive," Colton demanded, glaring at the woman, "become my teammate."

"I want you to be my teammate for the biggest game in the world. America Has Demons."