Assassination · Y/n story by @Yujinlover

Tokyo stretched beneath a bruised twilight sky, the city's endless lights flickering to life like sparks from a struck match.

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The target's name is Sato Hiroshi.

The voice was low, almost bored. The man attached to it was tall, lean, dressed in a dark suit that cost more than most people's rent. He didn't look at the figure across from him.

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He's a low-level informant for one of the syndicates. He's been talking to the police—giving them names. You know what that means.

He finally lifted his eyes. They were cold, calculating, the eyes of a man who had delivered this exact speech a hundred times before.

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He's in Tokyo for one more night. A hotel in Shinjuku. Room 1407. He checks out at dawn tomorrow.

The contract slid across the marble, held in place by two perfectly manicured fingers.

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Clean, precise. No witnesses, no traces, no mistakes. The money's already in your account. Half now, half on completion.

Outside, the first raindrops began to tap against the floor-to-ceiling windows, trailing thin silver lines down the glass.