┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

"Master, the idea of going inside alone is not the greatest. Hunting nights are designed to go with team since these places are dangerous, I'd call backup for you if you w—"; "Enough, Edward, I could do this on my own. Just because you have never seen me go hunt before, that doesn't mean my skill is not sharp", the older snapped at him and open the car's door, getting out, "Come back after half an hour"

"Y-yes master", he said awkwardly, his hand on wheel put in more strength to hide his worries. Moments later, the car turned its way and go back to the road that them there, riding far from where murders would occur.

Mark huffs, calmly walking his way into the mansion standing strong in front of him. No lights is on and the man knows...the owner and her people acknowledged his presence.

The baton in his hand follows where he walked, pushing the door of the house open, creaking loudly, bringing the creepy vibe to the whole night hunt.

As soon as he gets in, the door behind him slammed shut, creating a loud thud noise. Mark rolled his eyes, a small smirk appeared on his face as he swings his baton around, eyes getting used with the doom darkness. And seconds later, before anything could settle in its place, the older feels a knife against his neck.

"No tag-alongs mister Lee? That's a bit full of yourself", the whisper could heard even though it was so soft.

But who is Mark Lee? He is the twenty-two year old with the queen's class, standing on hundreds of people under his order and an experienced assassin himself. Otherwise, how could Donghyuck be good at what he is doing today? Being a playpet under Mark's hands obviously has its flaws but the goods from it is also so helpful, the man just never thought that that little snitch would do him dirty. However this is not the time to talk shit, so Mark pushed his distracting thoughts away and in a swift move, bringing the baton up from the ground, pressed a button and bit the man's man, surprise him in awe and stab him with the blade coming out of the object, dragging down his body to create a great wound that he's sure no medicine could heal.

His actions must have established something in the room and moments later, roars erupted around him and Mark is alerted, ready to fight.

Swift moves and a cold head makes the bloody scene feels like a ball dance. Unlike the people below him, he does not kill because the queen ordered him to, he kills because he enjoys the art, the blood, the long lasting expressions of the people who has fallen under his death spell. To him, working as the queen's dog is just multitasking and legalize his sick hobby. The blade go in and out, crimson red splashed the room.

Legends said no one could make death as beautiful as Mark Lee and tonight, the truth has once again been proven.

Baton in one hand, gun in the other, he looks too delicate, so delicate that as if he was waltzing with Satan instead of taking numerous people lives within minutes.

When the last person who got shot by Mark from the balcony fell down the round, a rare sight could be seen on Mark. Hair slicked back, his eyes seemed so dark and then trench coat is slightly open as blood dripped down from his baton.

He went to the big mirror and fixed himself to look presentable and walk up stairs, the annoying sound of the baton meeting the ground rings through empty halls.

He stopped when passed by a closed door, faint yellow lights coming out of the room. He knocks on the door and a voice answered him. "Come in please sir Lee, I have been waiting for you"

He sighed softly to himself and twisted the door knob, pushing the door opened to reveal a young woman in her revealing sleepwear, a cup of tea in her hand.

"Take a sit please, I hope that my people didn't tire you out", she grins, head titled slightly to show her long neck. "After all, it's not so sensitive of a man to visit me without invitation in such hour"

"I apologize madam Brington, how foolish of me", Mark said, sarcastically and slowly approach her, "But to be honest, I really wish I could care more but oops, it doesn't really matter after people found your lifeless body in the next morning"

And he trapped her body by his sight, one hands locking hers and pressed the bloody baton to her face. "Queen said it's time to die madam but since I'm polite, I would ask...knife or gun?"

The young girl purrs, pushing herself against the man's body and mewls in his ear, "Maybe you should suffocate me...with that thing in your pants"

Mark huffs out of frustration and pushed her against the bed, towering over madam Brington. He held their hands over her head and drop his baton, wrapped it around her neck. "Sick whore"

She laughs like maniac and squirms under the man's strength. But Brington looks at him through her teary lashes and whimper, "Fast...faster...I know...this...inevitable"

And Mark got hit by it. She is young, early twenties. Probably not knowing more than what she was taught by the man who passed away and the innocence is still there in her eyes even though the crimes she did were horrendous. The glassy eyes, so fragile reminds him of...0606. And he have to pushed it away, throwing the thought of she is just a similar case of unfortunate, falling into somebody elses' controls and blindly follow it.

Disturbing.

So Mark picked his baton up once again and pressed the button, a knife came out from the end of the stick and he attacked her. Mercilessly. Blood splattered all over him but he did not care. Something in him is scared of the deep brown eyes. It haunts him.

By the time the older is satisfied and sat back on his heels, staring at the girl, he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and sprinted out of the house. He saw his car was there and Sungjae jumped out of it, running to him.

"Master, is something wrong?", he asked, panicked when he saw the wrecked sight of the younger.

"Nothing. Set the house on fire, I don't want to have anything left from the house", he replied coldly and walked pass the guy, taking off his coat and hand it to Sungjae, "Burn this as well"

"Got it", he said.

Watching his master get back in the car with his blood trailing baton, Sungjae turned to order the others to bring out gas to set the place on fire. He takes a look at the coat to check if there's anything left. The pockets are full and he curiously puts his hands in to pull the things out.
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Eyeballs.

He nervously looks back and see Mark was already looking at him, giving him a threatening look.

Sungjae coughed and put them back in, yelling, "Hurry up, we don't have all night!"