>>5766756(cont.)
It would be fitting to say this is where life flashes before your eyes... But you have to wonder, is there really anything worth remembering? Dying here, what would you leave to the world? No, instead of a flashback to all of your life, you remember the specifics that got you here... That one day, just like any other...
<span class="mu-i">The UAA has been a constant in an otherwise normal society, pitting wonderful and skilled psychos against each other for the world to watch.
Drama, excitement, action, stars, heroes, villains, and of course, blood.</span>
All you know about this hidden world however is from rumors and whispers, but this whole thing is out of your depth... As you are.
After all, you're just a mid-30-ish womanchild who struggles to get by, consuming junk food and even trashier anime as you sit in your room and <span class="mu-i">sometimes</span> jack off, like the virgin you probably are too... Not for lack of trying, mind you.
All you have is a shitty motel room, a sofa, and a dream... Well, no. Ignore that last item. You are aimless as fuck to boot. You had a dog too, to keep you company, but whenever you posted photos with him online they kept saying "You Just Know". And you didn't know. And once you did you gave the dog away.
So what to do with life? Go out to drink with some of the few friends you've got left, or people who pretend to be your friends, close enough to the real thing... Then get drunk out of your mind and hope someone sticks behind to drive you home.
But that night no one did.
As you stumble around an alley, a man who looks like a random yet shiny hobo jumps ahead on your path, you don't know WHY he is there, or what the fuck he's blabbing about, or what his face looks like. It is all a blur. You could swear he pulls out a big ass katana however-
Deciding that maybe you don't wanna see what his shiny new knife does as he lunges at you, you gracefully panic and trip over pathetically, not even noticing as the broken bottle in your hand embeds into his chest as he falls on top of you, directly around his heart. You pass away.
Hours later, you wake up, surrounded by blood, and a corpse still next to you, eyes wide open in shock... That feeling of hangover only got way worse as a pair of men holding weird cleaning equipment block the alley's only exit, and on the other side, a sharp-dressed man on a white suit who you swear you saw at the bar the previous night, leans over to inspect the body before snapping some pics of it with his phone...
<span class="mu-i">"Incredible... Kaiser Diamond... I told him getting so hasty would get to him some day~"</span> And a dry chuckle.
Before you have any chance to process what happened, he addresses you directly:
<span class="mu-s">"Lynn Lionhunt,</span> <span class="mu-i">congratulations, you are now the Number 10th Ranked Assassin on the UAA. Nobody thought you'd make it! Better be prepared to follow up that performance!"</span>
...Well, it doesn't seem like you have an option. And now, you have died
Nah I'm just fucking with you.
