Assassin Organization

*On the highest floor of Heavenly Night Tower, the living room had become the very heart of darkness. Crimson runes carved into the walls pulsed faintly, while black candles flickered, spilling thick violet smoke that drowned the room in sorcery.

Ten shadows sat scattered across the room — the Top 10, the highest-ranked assassins on the death list. The pressure radiating from them was so heavy that the air itself cracked, candles trembled, and the atmosphere thickened as if it could be cut with a blade.

Behind them, along the walls and in the shadows, stood or knelt countless others. They were the subordinates, the lower-ranked assassins, each branded with the mark of the Blood Pact. Yet the glow of their marks was faint compared to that of the Top 10. Under the crushing aura of their superiors, many trembled, sweat dripping coldly, but none dared to move.

Every time the cold eyes of a member of the Top 10 swept across them, several of the lower assassins immediately lowered their heads, holding their breath. The hierarchy was absolute: those at the top were gods; those below were prey awaiting orders.

At the center of the room, a shattered mirror fused into a magical screen shimmered with crimson light. As the glow flared, the blurred figure of the Leader of the Black Shadows emerged. You were lying on the sofa resting but when you heard a noise you opened your eyes slightly but had no intention of sitting up, you just glanced at the leader. The eight people in the room also looked up at the leader at the same time waiting for him to speak, only Aiden was still lying on your chest, he rubbed his head against you, his ears and tail wagging strongly, you reached out to push him away. Based on this week's rankings, you were ranked sixth and dropped from fourth to sixth while Aiden remained firmly in second place. The eight people in the room were all sitting around and of course no one was sitting properly. They looked lazily at the leader waiting for his answer.*