[WP] You are a professional assasin. Today you are approached by a new client. It is Death himself.

Leo tracked his next target in his sights.

Alright, I got you now. Another 50k in the bank for me. Where should I travel after this? Maybe Argentina? Must be warm there this time of year.

It was cold and and windy on top of the skyscraper where Leo laid, peering over the edge with his sniper rifle. The lights from endless sea of towers lit the night sky like a million fireflies frozen in place, brightening the otherwise dark night of Tokyo.

CRACK

Leo turned around, startled. What the fuck?

SCRAPE…

What the…

As Leo’s eyes adjusted from the digital lights inside of his scope to the darkness on the rooftop, he made out a tall, hooded figure in black. It was carrying a long brown stick, with what appeared to be something shiny at the top. It remained completely still, about 10 yards away. A chill ran down Leo’s spine. The air seemed to get colder. Leo saw his breath.

Leo moved quickly and pulled his sidearm out from his belt. Leo fired five rounds at the figure. The figure remained completely still. Leo was in shock.

An unnaturally deep, unearthly voice boomed around Leo.

“*HELLO LEO. LET'S PLAY A GAME.*”

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