Prolouge

In a dimly lit room,

A Man was sitting on a sofa, while there was a person in front of him, lying lifeless on the floor.

The Man looked at his hands, it was covered in fresh human blood!

Looking at the blood, he slightly smirked!

That's right! It's blood... the actual human blood, but it's not his...

It belongs to the person lying motionless in front of him.

Just a Few Moments ago, the man currently sitting on the sofa killed the guy lying motionless.

Just then,

"Yesterday, The Ruthless Italian mafia boss named Marco Hans was assassinated before reaching the courtroom! His head was swiftly penetrated by a sniper before anyone even had a chance to react," A beautiful Journalist reported the news, showcasing the details of the shocking event in a large LG TV.

"The method of assassination strongly signifies the involvement of the ruthless assassin known as the Shadow. His signature style also known as ultimate, is using a powerful Sniper with a precise strike penetrating the victim's head from miles away, The Shadow remains in shadow, while the authorities are actively pursuing leads to arrest him," the reporter continued, captivating the audience with the elusive figure's exploits and swiftness with words.

Growing weary of the incessant coverage surrounding the assassination, The man switched off the television with the remote that was on the sofa.

He glanced at the items resting next to him on the couch, it was his favorite dagger, the same dagger, which was used to kill the person in front of him.

Picking it up, he turned his head,

The man's eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity as he gazed upon the lifeless body at his feet.

He felt no remorse, no guilt. Instead, a perverse satisfaction coursed through his veins, fueling his insatiable appetite for bloodshed, fulfilling his thirst for blood.

...

The news of the ruthless Italian mafia boss's assassination had only heightened his hunger for the thrill of the kill...

That's right,

The report, that spoke of the Shadow, the elusive assassin whose reputation grew with every life he claimed, "This man" happens to be Shadow!

"Ruthless Assassin Shadow", it was this reputation that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to cross his path, there is even a legend stating, that mothers used this name to silence their crying children. " Stop Crying or else, shadow will come and take you "

As the man surveyed the room, his mind replayed the events that had led him to this moment.

He had been molded into a weapon, devoid of empathy and driven solely by the desire to eliminate his targets from the young age of 8, be it children, women, or elders, no one was spared!

His past was a knotty path of training and indoctrination, where he had been stripped of his humanity in exchange for deadly efficiency in hunting,

With every kill, he felt a rush of exhilaration, an intoxicating connection with the darkness that consumed him into becoming emotionless, merciless, ruthless, and a perfect Weapon whose sole purpose was to Kill.

He reveled in the precision of his strikes, the precisely calculated and planned attacks that left his victims powerless and lifeless in a single go.

It was in these moments that he found comfort and a sense of purpose amidst the chaos he sowed, he felt as if his sole reason to live was to kill others!

The man's hands, still stained with fresh blood, clenched into fists as he relished in the power coursing through him.

He knew that his actions defied all notions of morality, but he had long abandoned such trivialities, there is no reason to preserve it.

Humanity? Higher-ups? Just a bunch of hypocrites!

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As he stood in the room, getting up from the sofa, the man's gaze shifted to a mirror on the wall. His reflection stared back at him, a distorted image of a predator cloaked in shadows. He saw no remorse, no regret. Instead, his eyes held a cold, unwavering determination.

In the depths of his mind, a voice hummed, urging him to embrace the darkness that consumed him.

" your work has no value

Your name has no meaning

Your steps have no destiny

Your knowledge has no respect

Your will has no remorse

Your existence has no purpose

Your life is seamless

Even as alive you are no worse than dead "

The voice grew stronger, as The Man stood still.

After a short time,

With a twisted smile, the man turned away from the mirror and stepped over the lifeless body.

He knew that the world would continue to tremble in fear at the mere mention of his name.

His path was unclear, his purpose wasn't formed but, He knew, he would continue his path of bloodshed.

Tuk!

Tuk!

Ukk!

Just as he was about to leave the scene, he heard a slight moan from someone, his ears were very sharp so, figuring out from where it came wasn't a problem!

" Swish! " he moved swiftly towards the closet.

Krr! He slowly opened the door of the closet and he could see the beautiful eyes of a small girl.

" Hmm! " The man smirked slightly as if it was something out of the novel.

But, looking at the beautiful and pitiful girl in front of him, The man felt nothing, he slightly reached his back and took out his favorite Dagger!

Ummmm!

Slash!