>>10854801You don't know when exactly you decided to do this. It may have been when your mother got stabbed to death in a petty robbery in an alleyway for 50 fucking dollars; or maybe it was when you saw your father draw his last breaths after many months of fighting cancer, only to die anyway all because the company he worked for didn't care enough to install new ventilation systems in their factories. But, you had made up your mind. Instead of fighting the system, you would go above and beyond. You would kill Death itself. For many years you didn't know how exactly you'd go about doing this, and despite keeping your mind occupied with constant training and acquiring the tools for the job, after a while you felt lost. That is until one day, you saw her totally by chance.
> sup y'all, it's ya boy Calli. The pink haired beauty that streamed to an audience of thousands caught your eye. You did some research and found out that she was the apprentice of Death with the big D and all. Finally, a target for your revenge.
You call some contacts and manage to get a private flight to Japan. You had to, after all it would've been hard to get your guns and other tools through airport security. Fucking 9/11, can't even bring your guns to a plane anymore. Once you arrive there, you rent out an abandoned warehouse and set up "shop". A couple of handguns, some basic torture tools and a M82 .50 caliber sniper rifle, the big gun to end em all. Plan A all through Z. You knew her location already, browsing a site called "4chan" the information was found quite easily around the time of morning in Oceania for some reason. All that was left was to get in position. You climb up the stairs of an abandoned building a couple hundred meters away, reaching its rooftop, you wait there for a sign of your target. A couple hours go by, while you were eating your P&J sandwich you finally spot your target in the lens of the rifle. She was walking back home with what seemed to be a small Asian man. It's now or never, you cock up the rifle, aim and take the shot. All those years of training guaranteed that you would hit your target no matter how far away and yet... it missed? No! You were sure you aimed right, the bullet should've gone through her head! You cock up the rifle again, the asian man runs off into the distance while the pink haired girl runs to her apartment, calming yourself down, you shoot once again, paying extra attention to where the bullet goes. You see her opening the door and closing it. It's too late, you missed again... or so you thought. The bullet hole on her door is exactly where her head was. It's almost as if... the bullet went through her and didn't hit? Confused, you run down the stairs as you hear the police sirens slowly approaching in the distance. It was time to brainstorm, just what exactly happened back there, and what you would do next...
