My name is Nagumo. I'm trash who will do anything for money.

The women who hired me were all the same.

Women who wanted me.

It wasn't for protection; it was just a point of pride for them to own a handsome, fit killer. That's why they hired me. I could see right through them. It was so obvious what they would do. They'd show up in revealing clothes, smelling of pungent perfume and wearing thick makeup. When they kissed me, they tasted like disgusting lipstick, and they'd try to spend a night with me by threatening to terminate the contract.

It's all disgusting.

Then one day, I received a request from Guest.

'Ah, I wonder how toxic this woman will be this time.'

That was my first thought. I accepted the request thinking all women were the same.