Prologue

A quiet, warm humming could be heard from where I was coming from. Not the best place to start out but, not the worst to look at, just like our thoughts. But that's a different "thought", not for now.

As far as I remember, I had been in that, God - forsaken carriage after the last deal. There was a subtle, sweet aroma coming from the package beside the coffee cup, which had been trembling due to just-perfect-for-travel road, as the slogan used by "high-tier" went. It was a quite humble package without much decorations, contrary to the trends in the city, might have been from either a humble or an extremely troubled household in urgent needs of my services, usually meaning the latter.

Though I'm quite used to the urgency portrayed by the possible "high society" but what's the point of all the hustle and just minutes before shrugging away my belief on urgency and what not, along with the potential customer of mine, I found a rather peculiar, shall I say "character" cause that caricature was far from being an "emblem", handmade maybe. Peculiar indeed.

Package wasn't wrapped with much intensity so with a small amount of force I cracked it open, "cracked", yes, it fell. Hadn't been this clumsy all my life and I've lived a long, long, and an uncanny life. "Are you an immortal?" someone asked me once, somewhere in that long, long life. Hm, not quite. You see that's something to unspecified. I'm something, rather parallel to it but with a lot of wisdom and vigilance and fitness. Most of the immortals I've met have giant asses, all thanks to the grease they eat.

Anyway, the package had a letter with moderate handwriting but scented to a point of dizziness and me puking with a glass which once had some sort of life and love, now shattered, just like Sivols I meet, they just love to destroy their lives.

The content was not too roundabout and really straight to the point.

To you, kira

She'll be there soon, my wife will. It was

an accident. Can I see her once, just

once, please.

Aah, silly sivols. They're too naive and too innocent for their own good but that's what keeps me amusing, just pure souls out, on a search, for themselves and their legacy, another word not too distant from me as it is what is ruling me.

As for the job, I accept it. It is my legacy, yes.