I'm T, 28 years old. I don't have a dual profession; my only means of livelihood is killing for the company's employer. Since the day I took up this job, I could never set it aside, for the day I do will be the day I die. In the past, I was a combat athlete leading a normal life with family and friends. Meeting H at a boxing match turned my world upside down. Remembering the traps set by H feels like navigating a maze, with H smiling ahead and me following blindly until it was too late to turn back. I met H when I was 17, which led to me anonymously placing an order with the company to pay triple for H's life.

Can you imagine enduring everything for 17 years? 17 years of concealing the truth from everyone, unable to confide in anyone but my cat, who also passed away later. Joining the company at 18, a year after meeting H, I realized that all mistakes stem from either love or money. I fell for the latter, enticed by temptation and ignorance.

The company I joined is the largest and most stable in the industry. They train all newcomers extensively in various fields like geography, pharmacology, social etiquette, English, calculations, driving, fitness, combat, firearms, and human anatomy. Initially, I questioned the need for social etiquette training in a profession where precision matters, but I later understood its importance. I learned that every profession has its own artistry, even the bloodiest ones, and embracing this mindset brought some peace, easing my nerves and making it all seem routine.

Each person's training duration varies based on their abilities. Despite my background as an athlete, I wasn't the simple-minded type. With decent academic performance and combat skills, I started taking on tasks after just 9 months of training. As per company policy, they provide the tools for the first mission, which also serves as a souvenir.

The company, despite its unique business, is surprisingly humane in all aspects. Sometimes, I find myself chuckling, unsure whether it's at the absurdity or the irony of it all. The day before selecting my tool, I felt an unusual excitement, my adrenaline pumping so much that I couldn't sleep a wink all night.

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My first target was an Indian male. Sorry, that's all I can say about the details. Like you'd expect, I received some information and photos of the target. Looking at the photos, I couldn't see why this person deserved to die. When I asked the handler why, I got a vague response. It wasn't something I should know at my level, or at least not yet. That's when I learned that at a certain level, you can choose or reject missions.

For my first task, I was paid 40,000 money. The employer paid the money to the company, which took 90% based on my level at the time. Nowadays, lives come cheap. Those so-called gangs outside can kill for a few thousand yuan, but the company never takes those small contracts. The rewards are too low, and at a certain scale, they only deal with those who know the value. My first task was the lowest price, like ordering the cheapest beer at a bar. A hitman has three basic skills: blades, guns, and poison. The rest is about practice and personal study.

The operation was set for A.M. When I arrived, the company arranged for me to choose my tools. Walking into the tool room was a shock. It was over 100 square meters filled with all sorts of tools designed to take lives: guns, knives, grenades, chemicals, even things for special agents. The administrator said to choose based on the mission, not personal preference. I could only take two items; the rest I'd have to buy myself at a discount. I ended up choosing an Italian Beretta 92F handgun, as I've been interested in them since I was young. It's known for being one of the best handguns, even called the world's number one gun. The U.S. military even used it, known as the M9. It has an effective range of 50 meters, 15 rounds, high accuracy, and it's not too bulky. I initially wanted a Desert Eagle, a gun I've always liked, but it's too big and impractical with a silencer. The administrator asked why I chose a silver one, as it stands out. I said it made me feel more comfortable. I also grabbed a silencer and a short-blade dagger, purely because they looked good.