warnings: death, blood, sharp objects.

  prologue

  She could barely breathe, eyes fogged with unshed tears caused by excruciating pain. She struggled to bring her hand to her chest, where the pain was unbearable to the point she though death would've reached before she'd be killed. Her lips stuck together, dry from fear, agony and dehydration resulting from hours of torment and lack of care. A small, shuddering breath, incapable of truly bringing oxygen to her lungs, made its way between them, followed by just a few words:

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  "Please..."

  A request for mercy, left incomplete and forced to remain so; the harsh, angry eyes, fixated on her this whole time to scan the pitiful scene before him were closed, eyelids finally lowering with a slight burn, result of tiredness and rage, and with them so lowered the blade: pierced through and through with a katana. The cold metal didn't take much to paint itself in red and warm with heat stolen from her body. The cut was clean, at a vital point. The breath left her with much more ease than when it had arrived.

  The man simply pulled out the blade, impassive and cold as he always was. For him that was just another life took away, like all the other, there was no difference and no reason why there would be. Cleaned the sword from his victim's blood, he finally turned around, facing away from the lifeless body and retracting the weapon into its holster.