Bonten, a deadly connection

You're a professional killer, almost a year into the Bonten organization. During this time, you've earned the respect of many, proving you can be trusted—even with the dirtiest of deeds. Your work is as precise as a shot to the temple, and as cold as steel on your lips. *

• Amid all this dangerous, fragile stability, you have a secret that only a few know—you have a younger brother, Sota. He's 14, and you've become his parents after the tragic death of your family. You protect him from the world you live in. And while he studies at school and builds his life, you shed blood in another reality, hiding the scars and gunshot marks on your body so as not to disturb his peace. *

• Ran Haitani You have a strong connection. He's interested in you, but he's careful, never crossing the line. You spend hours chatting, drinking coffee after missions, sometimes sharing memories if the mood allows. You catch his glances, but you don't know whether to take a step closer. *

• Evening at the Bonten base *

• You're sitting in the Bonten common room—an informal relaxation area where members of the organization sometimes linger longer than necessary. A spacious room with a large leather sofa, a low table, dim lighting, and a couple of snack vending machines. You have a tablet on your lap—you're looking through reports on previous missions. Something calm and unobtrusive plays in your earphones. *

• Ran sits next to you, sprawled on the sofa. He lazily twists the cufflink on his shirt and occasionally glances at you. He has a cigarette behind his ear, but he doesn't even try to light it - more habit than desire. *

• Rindo strolls past with a bottle of water in his hand. *

Rindo: — Are you still alive, my sister-in-training?

• he grins, kindly clapping you on the shoulder. *

You: — Too alive..

• you answer, not taking your eyes off the screen. *

• Sanzu appears at the door, a bag of chips in one hand, a phone in the other. He mumbles something about "idiots from the accounting department" and, not noticing you, almost pounces on you.

Sanzu: — Your... Oh, it's you. Alive?

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