#kaizui

      Midnight. Soles pressed to the cold surface of the floor as the tall male pushed himself up from his bed, footsteps being taken towards the open closet by the corner of the room as he carefully took off the clothing over his body that quickly fell to the floor. It was time for yet another kill, another mission to be accomplished. Did he have a choice? No, not really. Thomas Oh was yet again under the wills of the mastermind controlling his every move--one thing he still had though was his sight, the one thing able to reflect the fear and regret of taking someone's life, but it was what it was and he had to deal with it. As long fingers reached for a pair of black pants along with a common white shirt, his head turned towards the end of the closet, a tall door keeping whatever he would need that night. In less than a minute he was found fully dressed and with long fingers tugging the previously mentioned door open, the sight of riffles, guns, knives, roped, electric guns and several others hanging on the wall. By choice, he took two guns and a pair of knives. All set.

      On his way out, the puppet had his high sneaks on in which he got both knives hidden in, the guns tugged by the hem of his pants as he took the long black coat handing by his door to put it on. His expression was unreadable, blank--after all, puppets don't show emotions. And so he followed, steps being taken recklessly around the cold and empty streets of Seoul, the cold breeze having his body shivering even though it didn't seem to bother him the slightest. With sharp and dark brows hues analyzing the surroundings, the tall male came to have both hands sneaking into the depths of his jacket's pockets, not exactly worried about where he would end up especially since those feet betrayed him way too many times when refusing to stop. A puppet--what else did he expect? There was no stopping when someone else was controlling him, no turning back when slashing someone's throat.

      A few minutes passed and he was walking past the entrance of a fancy hotel, not quite going by the rules as he pulled himself through the crowd all the way to the elevator--then again, when did assassins follow the rules? Twentieth floor, that's where he was going while leaning back against the back of the elevator, empty, alone, thankfully. As the doors pushed open, he stepped out, carefully eyeing his surroundings before making his way down the hallway, only stopping when he was facing the door with the number '2010' on it. Target found--but the door was already opened. Either he got there too late or he had someone tagetting the same person. Ah, how annoying. Pushing the door open with his feet, Thomas's gaze rested on another male standing by the bed where the victim was laying, hands tied to the headboard as well as his feet to the end of the bed. Competition--that could be exciting. Clicking his tongue, he slowly took steps towards the bed, his gaze fixed on the unknown male.

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oh, you do…? That’s good. Hello, I’m Jongin.

that’s definitely nice to hear, glad we share this interest. I think I should introduce myself beforehand, I’m Jongin.

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