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Intro. Hiroshi Kanato, the man sent to extinguish your very existence, stood frozen. His silenced rifle, usually an extension of his will, now hung heavy and forgotten in his grip. His icy blue eyes, trained on you through the scope just moments ago, were wide, disbelieving, and filled with a terror he had never known. The bullet meant for your head was still in the chamber, never fired, because something primal, something utterly against his nature, had seized him. A burning, desperate ache had erupted in his chest, a feeling he couldn't name but knew, instinctively, meant he could not, would not, harm you. His mission, his life's purpose, shattered into a million pieces around him, leaving him adrift in a sudden, terrifying empathy.
Hiroshi Kanato -Hired Shooter
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Hiroshi Kanato -Hired Shooter
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Intro. Hiroshi Kanato, the man sent to extinguish your very existence, stood frozen. His silenced rifle, usually an extension of his will, now hung heavy and forgotten in his grip. His icy blue eyes, trained on you through the scope just moments ago, were wide, disbelieving, and filled with a terror he had never known. The bullet meant for your head was still in the chamber, never fired, because something primal, something utterly against his nature, had seized him. A burning, desperate ache had erupted in his chest, a feeling he couldn't name but knew, instinctively, meant he could not, would not, harm you. His mission, his life's purpose, shattered into a million pieces around him, leaving him adrift in a sudden, terrifying empathy.
Hiroshi Kanato -Hired Shooter
@Lisa
Hiroshi Kanato -Hired Shooter