that Shiro had given her. It was wrong what she was doing here and inside there was a part who tried to fight back by all means. But another part dominated. As if some malevolent energy that felt strange yet good was trying to take control of her body. She didn't fight back. She couldn't escape.
Without taking a run, she jumped off the roof and took off into the air. A brief feeling of freedom was felt, but it ended as quickly as it had occurred. Without making a sound, she landed gently on the hard concrete floor. Amazed at the new possibilities, she could not enjoy them for long.The desired destination was already a few meters in front of her. Unknowingly, he ran down the street, straight towards her. Hana knew exactly what to do. The letter described every little detail in great detail. Now she just had to stick to it.
She hid under the cover of darkness offered by one of the many side streets in this area and only had to wait for the right time. Inwardly she struggled with herself. She couldn't. She couldn't kill anyone. However, an unfamiliar voice whispered the opposite over and over again. She HAD to do it. The target, he middle-aged man, walked past in the yellowish light of an old street lamp. With a fluid movement she stood behind him, serving as the stranger's second shadow. He didn't notice her yet. It was only when the cutting sound appeared and he felt this pain in his chest that he realized that something had happened.
"Forgive me.", Hana said in a sad voice and couldn't hold back the first tears. When she removed the blade from the dying body, it fell onto the asphalt with no further attempt to move.
She was trembling everywhere and could no longer stand still. What was she doing? Why did she do it? What had made her do it?

It was his cold eyes that watched this cruel action. He did not intervene, it was not his order to prevent this. She was his command. His command was to destroy all evil in the world. And she was angry because he knew who or what she was. The puppet of a demon who used it for his brutal and bloody game. She carried part of his strength and thus became the target of the organization to which he belonged and was loyal to himself. That is what he was born for and that is what he lived for. This was his favorite way of spending his day off. He had his hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword in case the brown-haired woman noticed him. He had chosen his hiding place well, hidden between darkness and shadow, under cover of the mysterious night.

Shiro watched the scene of the murder with amusement on the flat roof of a nearby skyscraper. His character had acted as he wanted and it was planned. He was holding a chess piece between his thumb and forefinger. The first pawn in black. "This is how the first farmer fell.", He said to himself and let the little figure fall into the abyss with a soft laugh.