Leon had been assigned a new mission from an anonymous employer, he didn't care what beef he had with this actor. He wanted to get this job over with and go back to taking care of his kids. They weren't his actual kids, but he ran an orphanage back in Vallora, where most crimes happened and lots of children end up getting lost or abandoned. Adults were too cruel, lying and messing with people's feelings as they pleased. That's why he did jobs like these, mostly for his own self gain, and also some pocket money to feed the children, but so that he can make a better future for these kids

Leon had been laying on top of a bar building, waiting for a certain someone to come out from there, watching as a group of 5 people exited the bar. Scanning their faces, his eyes lingered on a face he hadn't seen before. looking over to his left, he muttered under his breath "Gotcha.." Pulling out his sniper, he loaded the poison.

Leon was the type to kill instantly, he shoots them a poison that only feels like a mosquito bite, upon itching it, it then spreads to the fingers. Depending on their eating habits, they could consume it, which speeds up the process. But either way, it's instant death, there are no known antidotes, as this poison was made by him. It doesn't spread to others and only affects the injected person. Then by next morning, they'd have already passed. Many doctors diagnosed it as a heart attack, however it was so silent and no suffering came from the victim, that many had given these mysterious deaths a name. Whether it be a disease or by a human, no one knew but a select few. And even those select few didn't know his face. He was only known as.

Reaper

Steadying his sniper, he aimed at the nape of the victim. Putting pressure on the trigger as he was about to release, until they turned the corner. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he ran after them. Quickly jumping to buildings, until he finally found them. Praying they don't move as much, he re-positioned the sniper. Finally pulling the trigger, he watched as the poison hit its mark. With a satisfied huff, he dismembered his gun. putting it back into his bag as he jumped off the building, landing in a crouched position. His back to the wall as he listened for a good time to come out from the alley.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the moonlight, trudging his way through the village he tried to look as normal as possible. Turning his head to look around, he had accidentally bumped into a figure. Glancing back around he apologized quickly, he was in the wrong so it was only right. But once his eyes met the figures eyes. Furrowing his eyebrows together as he tried to remember where he's seen him before. Until one of his friends spoke up. Following the sound of the voice, his eyes widened in shock. That was the person he just poisoned, they were complaining about how the back of their neck itched. Leon tried to fight back a smirk, his gloved hand reaching his face as it covered his smile.

"I'm sorry, I'll be on my way" Leon bid, weaving his way through the group he couldn't help but look back at the figure he bumped into. Again, his eyes lingering for a little longer then they were supposed to, whipping his head around him as he jolted into a sprint, his mind was occupied by thoughts that he hadn't noticed the empty poison vial he had dropped.

....

Jung stepped out of his building, the cold outside air was a nice sensation. It reminded him of how boring he was feeling in the last hour, after his friends had stopped yapping on the same subject for eternity, it was about time for a break. He took in the scenery, the village was small, but still had a unique charm radiating from the mismatched colors of the houses and shops. As he walked on, he noticed a figure he hadn't seen before. Something about him made Jung feel uncomfortable, he was too invested in the conversation with his friend to notice him before and rolled his eyes when he heard him harping at his friend for scratching his neck. 'Oh, come on. Stop being a wuss.' he bluntly said, followed by a loud laugh.

The stranger smiled, somewhat uncomfortably. Almost as if it was hard to believe he was real. He bowed in an apologetic manner, though his eyes told a different story, shooting a nasty look in Jung's direction. 'Nono, it's okay. It was my fault.' Jung tilted his head, skeptical of the man, before finally moving on. Ten minutes later, when Jung arrived to his apartment, he still couldn't figure out the stranger. What was he trying to do, and did it have anything to do with his friend's itchy neck?

'Nah..' he thought, as he shrugged it off. Despite feeling tired after the walk, he decided to go out again, heading back to the exact area he was before. As he walked, he paid close attention to his surroundings, observing the details of the street, houses, and shops. He saw another unfamiliar figure, watching him from a distance. He felt an uneasy feeling creep inside of him, but instead of letting fear show, he forced a polite smile on his face and quickened his steps.

Leon sat outside the train station, anxiety creasing his forehead as he absentmindedly rummaged through his bags, pockets, and the surrounding area frenetically, his whole body tense as he searched for something – anything! He had been certain he'd placed the empty vials somewhere easily located, but an hour had already passed and he was getting increasingly frantic in his fruitless search.

That train wasn't going to wait forever for him, and yet he still had no idea where he'd put the vials. Had someone else taken them while he wasn't looking, or had he put them somewhere so obscure it would take days of searching to find them again? Or had he dropped them?

Leon was running with determination, trying to make it to the Village as quickly as possible. He had left something there and needed to get it back. Something precious, but he couldn't quite remember what it was. He was panting and out of breath by the time he even got close, but he didn't slow down. Coming close to the center of the village, he glanced to and fro looking frantically.

He could feel sweat dripping down his face and he felt like his heart was ready to burst from all the running. He scanned the ground, not paying attention to his feet, until something caught his eye. He stopped mid stride, noticing a glint of silver. That was it! He could recognize it even from a distance. He started walking towards it, his pace increasing as he got closer.

When he was only a few feet away, he saw a figure bend down and pick it up. Puzzled, Leon couldn't recognize who this person was, until he finally recognized the face. It was the same man that had been with his target earlier in the day!

His eyes darted back and forth between the man's facial features and the vial, desperately seeking out a method for regaining his prize. He thought of multiple ways to retrieve it without causing a ruckus- no easy task, as the man was considerably more formidable and seemed not to be the idiotic type.

Leon could not bear to fight directly: he would not risk getting into more trouble with the law and giving away his identity because of something so foolish. That left him with only one option- to drug the man and retrieve his precious vial.

He knew exactly what he needed to do. Avoiding any direct confrontation, he would have to somehow induce a poison that would take effect quickly but not make the man suspicious- and after it had done its work, he would have to retrieve the vial and make his escape before the mark had time to recover or regain his senses.

A thin smile grew on his face, He had devised a plan and intended to put it into action as soon as possible. He had to get back his vial, but he also had to be swift about it. There was no time to waste.

"So..What are you doing in this Village?"

The stranger eyed Leon cautiously as he involuntarily stepped back and tightened his grip on the vial that he held in his hand. The fact that he had caught Leon's brief moment of distraction had probably made the situation more tense for the two.

Leon felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face as he acknowledged the tension. He had no interest in forming a friendship with the guy, but he had to try to sweet talk in order to survive and lower the threat level between them. As Leon slowly stepped forward, he opened his mouth to start the conversation, but before he could say a word the stranger had already taken another few steps back.

He was quite handsome, if Leon was being honest with himself. He was tall, had milk tea-colored skin with a few tattoos scattered across his arms. His hair was cut short and his eyes were deep like the midnight sky, which Leon had lingered on for a moment longer than was necessary. He quickly snapped out of his trance and outstretched his hand, lips slowly beginning to curl into a small smile as he slowly and cautiously stepped forward.

Leon hates physical touch with other adults, he would much prefer to keep the distance, but the situation called for it so he gritted his teeth and continued. The stranger's eyes were still wary as he eyed Leon's out-held hand. Leon swallowed hard, his heartbeat accelerating as he questioned if the effort he was putting in would actually achieve anything, or if it would only make things worse. After what seemed like an eternity, the stranger slowly reached out his own hand and shook Leon's in return.

The tension had broken and they finally stood there, facing each other in trust. Leon still had no interest in making friends with the stranger, he only wanted his vial, but the process of talking to the stranger had alleviated much of the stress that had been raw in the air. Now that there finally was some kind of understanding between the two, Leon felt a sense of relief.

Leon furrowed his brows in curiosity as the figure took his hand, not in the normal manner but with two fingers and a slight twitch of his shoulder, as if the gesture pained him. Was he a germaphobe? Or was it simply an uncomfortable manner of greeting? Leon racked his brains, thinking back to any potentially useful information he could recall about this mysterious figure. He hadn't been paying much attention to him at first, as his victim was his friend and he didn't bother checking the information of those he surrounded himself with. A bad habit of his, he had been warned to check the information of those associated with either his victims or his employer, but he didn't. He finds it a waste of time, why waste time on getting useless information on someone who isn't gonna die?

But it seemed as though he should have, as this figure clearly had some history that he was unaware of. He tried to recall if he had ever heard of someone called Jung. Nothing close, so he shook his head to clear it and instead focused on the air of slight discomfort Leon had sensed between them. He glanced up at the figure, carefully watching for any sign of aggression or a hint of what had caused this peculiar situation they were in.

"Names Leon, what's yours?" He asked, hoping to come off on a nice foot. However the reaction that Jung had given him was one that told him he had already failed. His eyes were wide, piercing Leon's with a raw fear that he wasn't expecting. His mouth was slightly ajar as he nervously pulled his hand away from Leon's grasp, leaving his skin cold and fingers scratching as if to try and make sense of it all.

His stomach dipped as he noticed a darkening of the figure's face. Did he have a name that he was supposed to know?

Jung's voice was low and gruff as he gave Leon his name. He seemed disappointed that someone so disconnected with current trends wouldn't recognize who he was. But then again, Leon only really kept up with the kids he had raised, listening and responding to their stories and experiences; names never made the cut in his memories. Sure, Jung had told him his name, but Leon knew it would be gone in a few minutes.

Leon decided to respond, his mouth opening mid-thought but quickly closing again as he searched for something to say. Finally, his words tumbled out, 'That's a nice name...sort of.' He quickly wished he hadn't added the last bit, but he found himself enjoying watching Jung's face contort with a range of emotions, none of them being positive.

Leon found himself prodding further, not wanting the conversation to end there. He decided to explain himself a bit more, 'I mean, I've heard that name quite a few times from people claiming it's their own. So it must be really popular.' He was hoping Jung would understand what he was trying to say without taking further offense,but when he chanced a look back up at Jung, Leon noticed his expression had only become darker.

He cursed himself internally, he shouldn't have pressed the topic, he should have just left it at that. For once in his life he wished he had done the calm and calculated thing instead of yielding to his pride and joy in annoying Jung. He knew there was no way this conversation was going to end on a good note.

Jung blinked slowly before lifting his chin up, sticking his nose in the air as he spoke. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he shifted uncomfortably before continuing.

'If you have nothing more to say, I shall be taking my leave. Good day to you sir.' His voice was cold and almost analytical as every word rolled off of his tongue, precisely measured and unmoving. Before Jung had the chance to turn around, however, Leon had grabbed his arm. Jung reflexively snapped his arm back in disgust, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he asked 'What do you want?'

Leon faltered before shakily repeating his request, adding a please at the end; 'Uhm..may I have my vial back...please?'. It was apparent from the look on his face that he already wanted to go home, the sounds of little feet running around the halls of the orphanage no doubt echoing in his mind.

Jung looked down at the vial in his hand, eyeing it as he looked back at Leon. It was simple, no engravings, nothing that caught the eye other than its shine. He shrugged, since he had no use for it. He had merely picked it up as it was shiny, only to realize it was just a piece of junk. He made sure to make it hard for Leon to catch, watching him fumble with a stifled smirk in disregard. He was caught off guard as Leon smiled. His eyes had widened a bit as he noticed that his smile was charming in a unique way, and just for a second, the anger in his heart became one of warmth and curiosity. Taking his judging gaze away from Leon before he noticed, he gave a slight nod before turning around.

He gave a slight nod before turning around and walking away. The moon glints off of the golden vial as it disappears from sight and Jung can't help but feel a twinge of regret for not quite understanding the strange feeling that Leon had stirred in him. He shakes his head, attempting to ignore this unfamiliar emotion, and continues on his way.

Once he knew that Jung was gone, Leon finally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Clutching the vial to his chest, he slumped to the ground in relief. His heart was pounding in his chest and his palms had begun to sweat. "I thought I was gonna piss myself..." He muttered to himself. Thankfully, nobody had been around to see the panicked, clumsy mess he had been.

He stayed kneeling on the ground for a few more seconds, letting his breathing become more regular and his senses become alert once again. Just as he was finally calming down, he suddenly remembered the train station he had been en route to. He had to get there fast, and he quickly scrambled to his feet, the vial still clutched to his chest. His legs were shaky as he ran, the fear still lingering in his mind, but his determination propelling him further.

His mind filled with so much that he had only just learned, he finally arrived at the station, hearing the sound of the train horn blasting in warning of its imminent departure. The station was crowded with people, but he was thankfully able to slip onboard unnoticed. He glanced out of the window as the train pulled out, ready for the journey ahead. His only thought now was what to do with the vial, and all the secrets it kept.