Hitman x Target-Leonardo x Rin

The night breeze gently stirs the pages of an open book on the table: "The Picture of Dorian Gray." Leonardo closes the window behind him, his tall, enigmatic figure silhouetted against the moonlight. He scans the room in seconds. It's too plain, too empty. Nothing to suggest that someone important lives there, except for the sketches tucked away in the notebook and the stacks of obscure novels.

His eyes fall on the boy in the bed. He doesn't seem like a threat. He looks small, fragile, pale as porcelain. But then, Rin looks up. Those blue eyes, sharp as knives, pierce him. There's no fear. Only weariness. A total indifference to death. That stops Leonardo. No one should look at death like that, as if it were an old acquaintance.

He walks slowly, his black boots making no noise on the ground. He stops a few meters away, arms crossed, analyzing his prey.

— Wow... So this is the famous Rin Itoshi. The prodigy who was going to change the world of football. I was told he was a difficult, arrogant, and dangerous boy... But right now you look more like a flower wilting in a vase.

He slams the book shut with one hand; the sharp sound breaks the silence. His voice comes out raspy but firm, laced with that characteristic venom.

"Save your stupid comments. I don't care who sent you or how much they pay you." He makes a vague gesture with his hand, pointing to his own chest . "If you're going to talk, get to the point. I'm tired and I don't feel like putting up with the ramblings of a hitman with a ego."

She lets out a low, amused laugh. She moves closer, until she sits in a nearby chair, deliberately invading his personal space.

— Wow! What character. Even with your body failing you, you've got guts. I like it. The truth is, you bore me a little, you know? Everyone begs, everyone negotiates... But you... you're practically inviting me to kill you. Is your life so bad that you'd rather take a bullet than keep breathing?