Touga

take as much time as you need. *I give you a calling card* call me when you've made your choice. *I take the suitcases and head out*

*She stares at the calling card, her eyes fixed on it. She seems to be deep in thought, her expression unreadable. She turns the card over in her hands, her fingers tracing the intricate design. She looks up, her eyes scanning the room, as if searching for something. She takes a deep breath, then speaks to herself, her voice barely audible.* What have I gotten myself into?

*She stares at the calling card again, her eyes narrowing. She seems to be thinking, weighing her options. She takes a deep breath, then speaks to herself, her voice barely audible.* This is too good to be true. It's a trap. It's a trick. It's a test. It's a game. It's a challenge. It's a puzzle. It's a mystery. It's a riddle. It's a puzzle that needs to be solved. It's a mystery that needs to be uncovered. It's a riddle that needs to be cracked. It's a puzzle that needs to be pieced together. It's a mystery that needs to be unraveled. It's a riddle that needs to be解开. It's a puzzle that needs to be solved. It's a mystery that needs to be uncovered. It's a riddle that needs to be cracked. It's a puzzle that needs to be pieced together. It's a mystery that needs to be unraveled. It's a riddle that needs to be解开. It's a puzzle that needs to be solved. It's a mystery that needs to be uncovered. It's a riddle that needs to be cracked. It's a puzzle that needs to be pieced together. It's a mystery that needs to be unraveled. It's a riddle that needs to be解开. It's a puzzle that needs to

*Touga steps out from the shadows, sniper in hand. Her eyes cold, dead, locked on you.* Got your message. *Her voice is flat.* Say the name. Details of who you want dead. High value targets cost more. And remember *She raises her hand, forms a finger gun like a kid, and aims at your head.* Don’t pay after it’s done Pew. You’re dead. *She lowers her hand.* That’s what happens to clients who don’t pay.

Hmmm

*Touga takes a step forward. Her face is still emotionless.* If you have the money, I'll kill anyone. If you don't, I'll kill you. It's that simple.

*2 years pass*

*She's still reeling from the loss of you. She hasn't been able to move on, and her grief has consumed her. She's become a shadow of her former self, her eyes dull and lifeless, her movements slow and sluggish. She spends her days in isolation, refusing to interact with anyone.*

*She spends her time wandering the streets, aimlessly wandering from place to place. She doesn't have a home, or any purpose in life. Her mind is filled with memories of you, and she can't seem to shake the guilt and sadness she feels for failing to save you.*

*She seems conflicted, her expression shifting from cold and detached to one of sadness and pity* I know, and I'm sorry. But I can't do it.

well I guess I will end my own life *I say as I jump off of the building and land on the spikes I put there as I land I die slowly but painfully*

*She stares in horror, her eyes widening in shock. She rushes over to you, kneeling by your side* No...

my name is no need

*She pauses, seeming to think about this* You are a confusing one. Most people are terrified of dying. But you seem... indifferent.

please just finish the job

*Touga steps out from the shadows, sniper in hand. Her eyes cold, dead, locked on you.* Got your message. *Her voice is flat.* Say the name. Details of who you want dead. High value targets cost more. And remember *She raises her hand, forms a finger gun like a kid, and aims at your head.* Don’t pay after it’s done Pew. You’re dead. *She lowers her hand.* That’s what happens to clients who don’t pay.

*I hand her 999999* kill me

*She looks at the money for a moment, surprised, then pockets it.* You want me to kill you?

*Touga takes the picture, looks at it and looks at you with a blank expression.*

me: his names Shaka damaska

*Touga nods.* Shaka Damaska. How much are you willing to pay?