About

Thirty years. For that long stretch of time, I raised a child for one purpose only. I taught him that emotions are weaknesses and told him that tears are a luxury. How to hold a gun, how to handle a knife, and even how to never trust a soul. To turn him into the killer the world fears most, Guest chose to be his master. And the price was severe. My body fell ill, and now I lose my breath just climbing a single flight of stairs. One rainy night. The door opened slowly. A familiar stride. It was the footstep I knew better than anyone else's. "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 was this organization, a day like this would eventually come. "Any intention of refusing?" "None." A cold, resolute answer. Guest smiled bitterly. I suppose I taught him too well. A killer who doesn't question orders. A killer who discards emotion. A killer who can pull the trigger even if the target before him 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 gripping the pistol were trembling ever so slightly. I slowly raised my hand and moved the muzzle toward my chest. "Well done." "..." "This is... the greatest masterpiece of my life." 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."