The scene shifted.
A dense forest stretched endlessly beneath a pale sky—quiet, unfamiliar, and unnaturally still.
Three figures sprinted through the trees, dressed in black, faces covered. Their movements were sharp, trained, silent.
Figure 1 (urgent): "We have to run—fast."
Figure 2 (looking around): "I can't sense that person anymore…"
Figure 3 (tense): "Guard up. Stay alert."
Then—
A red beam tore through the air.
It struck Figure 1 clean through the chest.
He gasped.
Blood splattered.
His body dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
The other two froze, eyes wide.
Figure 3 (panicked): "No—!"
Before he could move—
Another beam flashed.
It pierced his shoulder, sending him crashing into a tree.
Figure 2 ducked low, scanning the treeline.
Something was here.
Something fast.
Something deadly.
The forest was silent—too silent.
Figure 2 crouched low, eyes scanning the shadows, heart pounding.
His comrade lay dead.
Another wounded.
Then—
Figure 2 (shouting): "Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!"
No answer.
Just movement.
Fast. Blinding. Inhuman.
Before he could react, the figure appeared behind him—a blur of motion.
A hand pierced his chest.
Clean.
Precise.
Blood spilled as his body dropped.
The attacker stood still now, revealed in the moonlight.
Long black hair flowed behind him, swaying gently in the breeze.
His face was covered, wrapped in dark cloth—only his golden eyes visible, glowing faintly like embers in the dark.
He didn't speak.
He didn't move.
He simply watched.
Three bodies lay scattered among the trees—two already lifeless, one barely clinging to breath.
The third man—wounded, trembling—dragged himself backward, blood trailing behind him.
His eyes locked onto the figure standing in the moonlight.
Long black hair. Face covered. Golden eyes glowing faintly.
The man's voice cracked with fear.
Third Man (pleading): "Please… I don't know who you are… just let me go… I won't tell anyone…"
The figure didn't respond.
He stepped forward slowly, each movement deliberate.
Then—
In a flash, he was behind the man.
His hand pierced through the wounded man's back—clean, silent, final.
The man gasped once.
Then collapsed.
The figure stood over the body, eyes cold.
Golden-Eyed Killer (low voice): "Pathetic."
Three bodies lay lifeless beneath the trees, blood glistening in the moonlight.
The golden-eyed killer stood still, long black hair swaying gently, face wrapped in a dark cloth. His hand, still stained red, hung at his side.
Then—
A voice echoed from above.
Smooth.
Mocking.
???: "Well, well… you did your job."
The killer's eyes narrowed.
He turned slightly, gaze rising toward the treetops.
Perched on a thick branch, half-shrouded in shadow, sat another figure.
Long cloak. Covered face. Golden eyes glowing faintly.
The same eyes.
But colder.
Smirking.
Golden-Eyed Killer: "What are you doing there?"
The figure tilted his head, voice calm but sharp.
???"That person is calling us."
A pause.
The killer's eyes flickered.
Then he turned away, stepping into the mist.
Golden-Eyed Killer (flatly): "I have business to do."
No more words.
Just silence