Shadows Unveiled: The Dark Truth of the Assassins

"Clever, you mentioned seeing a bullet tattoo on their shoulder, correct?"

"Indeed, Uncle Zoren. I remember it vividly,"

"Clever, what you witnessed was the work of an Assassin Organization. The individuals who took your parents lives were just a small part of a much larger network at play."

So that's how it is, an assassin organization. With that clue, I should start looking for criminals with a bullet tattoo and ask them where the headquarters are.

"Great! With this clue in mind, we're one step closer to finally achieving our goal!"

"But how exactly do you intend to deal with these people?" Zoren inquired, his tone tinged with concern.

"Now that you mention it, I plan to dismantle this assassin organization, to prove that killing the bad people isn't always the answer, I'll start planning how to deal with them."

"Good luck, and don't forget to ask for my help anytime if you need me," Zoren offered, his voice steady and supportive.

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Zoren."

As I delved into my research, I began by studying the structures and strategies of other criminal organizations. I scoured books, online resources, and even sought out advice from former law enforcement officers who had dealt with similar cases. With each piece of information I gathered, I felt myself growing closer to understanding how to tackle the assassin organization.

In addition to my academic pursuits, I knew that I needed to gather real-world intelligence. I considered infiltrating smaller criminal groups with ties to the assassins, using my charm and wit to gain their trust and extract valuable information. It was a risky move, but I was willing to take the chance if it meant getting one step closer to dismantling the organization.

Throughout it all, I leaned on my allies, including Uncle Zoren, for guidance and support. Together, we brainstormed strategies and tactics, pooling our resources and expertise to develop a comprehensive plan of action. With each passing day, I grew more determined to bring the assassin organization to its knees, proving that justice could be served without resorting to violence.

And of course, it won't be that easy, I thought to myself, recognizing the enormity of the task ahead. It takes years to be ready. With that realization sinking in, I braced myself for the long and challenging road ahead, knowing that patience and perseverance would be key in my quest to dismantle the assassin organization.

I'm now a high schooler, still doing my research, I thought to myself. Balancing the demands of schoolwork with my quest to dismantle the assassin organization was no easy feat, but I was committed to seeing it through. Late nights were spent poring over books, scouring the internet for leads, and reaching out to contacts for information. With each passing day, I honed my skills and expanded my understanding of the criminal underworld, inching closer to my goal of bringing the organization to its knees.

Now a senior high schooler, I decided to take a more official approach to my research. I requested a permit from the police to access their databases and investigate whether any known criminals had a bullet tattoo, hoping to uncover leads on the assassin organization. However, despite my efforts, it was yet another failure. The databases yielded no significant results, leaving me frustrated and disheartened. But even in the face of adversity, I refused to give up. I knew that setbacks were inevitable in my quest for justice, and I was determined to persevere until I uncovered the truth.

As I made my way through the bustling streets, lost in thought, I suddenly collided with a mysterious figure. He was dressed in an outfit that sent shivers down my spine, reminiscent of an assassin from the shadows. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, and I couldn't help but wonder: could he be one of them?

"You're from an assassin organization, aren't you?"

The guy stayed silent, his eyes darting nervously as he quickly turned and started running. Without hesitation, I chased after him, my determination driving me forward. Despite his attempts to escape, I managed to catch up to him, grabbing hold of his arm with a firm grip.

"Can't escape forever! You're responsible to answer my questions!"

I checked his shoulder, and there it was—the familiar bullet tattoo I once saw in my parents' incident. Rage consumed me, and I started beating the guy mercilessly. No one else could witness it as we were on a quiet, uncrowded street in the night.

"Why do you kill people? Who's pulling the strings? Where's your headquarters whereabouts?"

The guy remained silent, his lips sealed tight as if he were a loyal dog to the organization, refusing to divulge any information despite my relentless questioning.

I punched him with all my might until he fell unconscious, the fury of my blows fueled by years of pent-up rage and frustration. Once he was incapacitated, I wasted no time in calling the police to deal with this assassin.

I thought I could finally achieve my goal with this encounter, but it's another failure. Despite my efforts, the assassin remained silent, his loyalty to the organization unwavering. Once again, I was left empty-handed, the answers I sought still eluding me. But even in the face of defeat, I refused to give up. I knew that every setback brought me one step closer to uncovering the truth, and I was determined to press on until justice was served.

I trudged back home to the mansion, the weight of yet another failure heavy on my shoulders. As I entered the familiar surroundings, a sense of frustration and disappointment washed over me. Despite my best efforts, I was no closer to unraveling the mysteries of the assassin organization. Yet, amidst the darkness of my thoughts, a glimmer of determination flickered. I refused to let this setback deter me. With renewed resolve, I knew I would continue my quest until justice prevailed.

"I've encountered an assassin from the organization. He had that bullet tattoo, I did everything to get a word out of his mouth, but he remained silent, yet again. It's another failure. Damn it!"

"It's not a failure, Clever, you confronted the enemy head-on, and that takes courage. We'll find another way to uncover the truth. Remember, setbacks are just opportunities to learn and grow stronger."

Finally finished senior high school, and now, I'm ready for college. It's been a journey filled with challenges and setbacks, but I've emerged stronger and more determined than ever. As I stand on the threshold of this new chapter in my life, I feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. The road ahead may be uncertain, but I'm ready to face whatever challenges come my way, confident in my ability to overcome them. College is just the next step in my quest for justice, and I'm ready to seize every opportunity it presents.

"I've been waiting for this moment, Clever," Zoren said, his tone serious yet tinged with excitement.

"I've found the perfect university for you, a place where your talents and ambitions will flourish. I've been hiding this information until now, but I believe it's the ideal next step for you in your journey."

"Where could this university be?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"The Apex Intellect Advanced University, it's held by the Mayor himself, a prestigious institution where the brightest minds gather to pursue their ambitions. I believe it's the perfect place for you to continue your journey."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity about the Apex Intellect Advanced University. What secrets lay within its walls? What opportunities awaited me there? As I pondered the possibilities, my mind raced with thoughts of my future plans. Perhaps this university held the key to unlocking new avenues for my quest for justice. With determination burning in my heart, I began to envision the next chapter of my journey, eager to see where this path would lead me.