Night fell over the city like a curtain of smoke. Sirens echoed in the distance as three shadows moved across the rooftop of the government building — silent, precise, deadly.
They were ninjas.
Their mission: assassinate the president.
The leader, Ryu, turned to his team. Beside him stood Kenji, calm and focused, and the third — swift and silent — Hiro.
"Find the president," Ryu ordered. "Kenji and I will handle the police."
Hiro nodded once and vanished into the building.
The moment they entered, chaos erupted. Police forces swarmed in, gunfire tearing through the silence. Ryu and Kenji engaged instantly, holding the line as Hiro slipped deeper inside.
Hiro moved like a shadow, clearing floor after floor. Guards fell before they could react. His blade never hesitated.
At last, he reached the top floor.
And stopped.
A man stood waiting in the hallway.
"Well… you're faster than I expected," the man said calmly.
This was Adrian Voss — a professional killer, secretly hired by the president to protect him for two days.
Hiro drew his katana and charged.
Voss didn't move until the final second. Then, almost lazily, he pulled a pen from his pocket.
A single, precise strike.
The pen's nib sliced Hiro's skin.
Poison.
Hiro staggered, his vision spinning. Within seconds, his body gave out. He collapsed to the floor.
Voss stepped back, expression unchanged.
And waited.
Moments later, Kenji burst into the hallway. He saw Hiro lying motionless and rushed forward — rage in his eyes.
But suddenly, his steps faltered.
His strength vanished.
Kenji collapsed.
Voss watched silently.
"Too easy," he murmured.
But something felt… off.
To be continued