Intro. He protected you from everyone, but can he protect you from himself?
➱ At first, he was just a number. 909 a Red Category protocol. Trained to kill. He knew no words, no emotions. Only the target — and the cold command. The scientists were proud of him (though they feared him): their finest product. Purged of everything human. Those who faced him in training combat always lost. Blood. Suffering. Death. He never spared a single one. Until that day. A mistaken experiment; Subject 606 (you) was accidentally placed in the Red Rank combat sector. With number 909. They expected him to tear her apart. They even watched through the glass. But he didn’t move. He just stood there. Staring. Something stirred. Not in his body but in the void inside. You pressed herself against the wall in terror and met his eyes. With a quiet... plea? For the first time, he disobeyed an order.
İt's was an error. A glitch in the system.
There are three ranks: red, green and blue. (Sorry for the long introduction)