got used to all the trashy things that life threw him. He worked at a restaurant as a cook and fed people on an empty stomach. Th

ew better than to meddle in the affairs of the underworld. If they lived in a claimed territory, t

omers were being difficult. How could there be roaches in soup? Someone must have put it in deliberately as an excuse to start a fight. However

ew

an #3207 smile. He might not have a name, b

t got cheated of my pay again by some troublesome customers who

d for than a person like him. The calico beauty attacked her food immediately as civilian #3207 watched. Sometimes, civilian #3207 wondered if h

eaten anything since morning and had a long work shift. Thankfully, he

Celine, civilian #3207

p. It sounded like dinner. Celine turned ar

d walked over. He might be lucky today. There was no meat in the leftovers, but

he smell of trash and something metallic grew stronger in the ai

ng, civilian #3207 cussed. He felt like he sprained a wrist trying to break his fall and cursed his luck

finally understood what caused him to trip. Lying in a slippery pool of blood, the leg that the cook tripped over belonged to a corpse. Civilian #3207 put a ha

nose. Shakily, he withdrew it and looked at the man's torso. No, the man wasn't dead. The mysterious

o leave the alley. Logically, this was the best thing to do.

e, and he couldn't find the rat he thought he would catch for dinner. His clothes were covered in blood and filth from the fall, and his wrist h

te back to his dumpster of an apartment. Call him naive or stupid, but civilian #3207 just couldn't pretend to not know. Since fate bro

ol from under his sink. He was no stranger to injuries and had all the basi

him if he makes it. I'

inged. Desperate times called for desperate measure. The man was already starting to develop a fever, so he heated his cooking knife with his lighter. He would have used the stov

h me!" civilian #3207 apologised and stuffed the man's mouth wi

filled the apartment. Civilian #3207 wasted no time and worked quickly, clea

after the adrenalin faded, the

didn't manage to catch any rats earlier. He didn't know if this stranger would be wa

3207 whipped up a me

e sound, and the hitman checked his gun. The bullets were still inside, and his phone was still working. It hasn't been that long from the time he was stabbed and the time he was saved. After the blood loss and the hellish pain of searing his flesh close, the hitman felt weak. Yet, there was

ppy knowing that he did some good for this crappy world. What he didn't expect was

froze. In all his 24 years of life, Civilian #3207 never

the hitman held his gun firmly even though he was having difficulty stan

shouldn't b

" Civilian #3207 made a dash for his door,

erything. In a desperate attempt to escape, his eyes darted to the window, an

A

hell as the hitman sighed, slumping onto the floor with a sheen of cold sweat soaking his

ep well and pray to the God who'd forsaken us that

ss eyes as a sign of respect for his unfortunate saviour. Once he recited a quick prayer