He pushed open the door of the motel, wiping a bit of dust off his shoulder as he stepped inside.
Kana stood near the counter, arms crossed, foot tapping the floor softly.
Her expression said it all—she'd been waiting.
"You talked with an assassin, right?"
"Yeah," he said without hesitation. There was no need to lie.
Kana's brow twitched. "Who?"
"Number Three."
Her arms dropped slightly.
There was a pause. Not because she was confused—she already knew the name. Just not the face.
Rumors had circled back then—how Number Three was dangerous, skilled... and very attractive.
Among all the assassins in the association, only Number Three was considered prettier than Kana.
"So you just talked?" Her eyebrow twitched, doubt written all over her face.
"She didn't come looking for a fight. Just wanted to meet me in person."
"Did she, now?" she muttered, still looking very annoyed "And you just stood there, having a casual chat like old friends?"
