I’m a hired killer, and my job is to cut out the tumors of rotten worlds. I set the price when the job is done. For non-payment, I kill the way stray dogs are killed. By the hands? Then show me your rotten world.
So what do we have here? A war of clans, underground fights, contraband of rare creatures… Hmm, I’ve been there, we know. Though… wait—why does my body belong to a brat-orphan? Where’s the handler with the victim’s name? Why isn’t anyone guarding the rifts? And what makes this bald guy say I’m an extra on the ring?
Let’s say you’ve interested me!
— Hey, man, what do you want from me?