In the dark of night, a man was quietly hiding in a darkened room. He was watching, listening and waiting for any movements or noises.  His breath was concealed, quiet inhales and exhales that even if one strained their ear to hear would not be able to detect. The man was wearing dark clothes and on his face, was a white mask, with a smile plastered on it that seemed to be laughing at its victims. He was currently waiting for his target to show up and was in the room for quite a long time, yet that did not wear down his patience.

Suddenly, he could hear approaching footsteps. He readied himself and quickly looked at the door. However, the footsteps stopped suddenly. That was when he had an abnormal feeling and his senses screaming that this was a trap! He quickly jumped up and broke through the roof to escape, however upon breaking through he found out that he was surrounded.

“Where do you think you’re going, Assassin?” A man with a slim build and a cold, arrogant gaze sneered.

“Heh, it’s a pleasure to meet the White Reaper in person.” A old man with a long beard and white hair mocked.

“Yes, the White Reaper…or do you prefer we call you Doctor...? This time it was a young woman with a body and a voice that could tempt others. She was smiling, however, that smile contained hints of mockery and amusement.

The masked man was silent and did not reply. He just surveyed the surroundings quickly and was surprised. The people surrounding him were not ordinary characters, they all were strong. It seems as they were ready for him…as if this was all planned.

“What, are you so surprised you can’t talk? Hehe, since you’re going to die anyway, let’s just say you were betrayed. Hahahaha!” The man with a slim build laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

The masked man understood then, how it was weird there were few guards and he could slip in so easily. He should have known this was a trap, but because that was the only chance, he had to take it, even if it was a trap. The lead he got the information from was someone he thought he could trust, but it seems that was all a lie.

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“Hehe…I can’t believe the Doctor was the assassin, White Reaper all along. Playing Doctor at day and an assassin at night. You certainly fooled us all, huh? I wonder why you’re doing this though?” The young woman smiled and said.

He looked at the three in front of him and gave a chuckle, then he finally spoke.

“You guys will not remember it, but I’ll never forget it. Back then, your young master wanted a certain clan’s item, but their Clan Master refused so you slowly set them up and destroyed them in the end. You tarnished their reputation and turned everyone against them, you claimed they were working with criminals, but fortunately you never got the item.” The masked man turned his gaze at the slim man with all his killing intent flaring.

The slim man was shocked, then he nodded his head and smiled with excitement.

“You! You’re a survivor. That means..the item is in your hands!”

The masked man stared at the man some more then took out a little pendant from his clothes. It was a small pendant with no distinct features, however the more one looked at it, the more mesmerizing it became.

The slim man was smiling excitedly and grinning now.

“Th-the pendant! Give it to me and I’ll give you a quick death.” He said in excitement. He no longer cared about anything else, except taking the pendant.

The masked man gave another small chuckle. “You’ll have to get it over my dead body.” With that he put it back in his clothes and no longer spoke.

The man stared wide eyed and was getting increasingly angry. The item that he wanted for so long was in his sight, but the one before him was no easy prey.

“Kill him, don’t leave even his body behind. I want him to die a torturous death!”

Everyone hesitated for a moment, but then they all roared and charged at him.

The masked man was ready. He may die today, but he would not die alone. At the very least, he must kill that man!

Four golden colored arms appeared out of his back and flashing daggers repeatedly appeared as if it was just an image.

He looked ahead and released a deep sigh. His life to crush the man and the clan that destroyed his clan was in front of him, he finally was face to face with both.

He grasped the pendant in his clothes and with a small smile, he gave a roar and charged in to meet his attackers.