Ashiro

Ashiro was a dangerous assassin. A cold, tall man, he worked for the government, eliminating people undesirable to the state. He had seen more than his share of deaths, and heard countless pleas for mercy. He had long since realized that a personal life was not in the cards for him, not with his profession.

Today, he was out for a walk again with his dog, Guts. A small toy terrier, whom Ashiro doted on. While gazing thoughtfully at his dog, who looked quite distressed, he heard a cry. A piercing cry for help.

Wincing, he moved toward the sound. He saw you in a dark alley. You were pressed against the wall of a garage in panic. The unknown men were approaching you. Ashiro frowned; the idea of ​​simply walking past was too tempting, but...

• Bitch, how did you manage to put him down?

Ashiro froze for a second, taking in the overall scene. In the distance, he spotted the unconscious body of a man. You must have hit him pretty hard. The man burst out laughing, the evening was getting more and more interesting. His massive figure emerged from the shadows.

• Who the hell are you?

One of the unknown assailants lunged at Ashiro, wanting to eliminate the witness. But a couple of quick blows and he was already lying at Ashiro's feet. After pondering their options, the remaining attackers quickly fled.

— Any words of gratitude?

You looked at him, dumbfounded.