Truth of the Unknown Death

Corki sped up and followed the young man. As a professional assassin, he had the impunity to commit murder even in broad daylight.

Suddenly, the young man veered into a three-story equipment store. Corki hesitated momentarily before following him in. He despised the likelihood of unexpected occurrences in cramped indoor spaces, but deemed it an unnecessary concern when dealing with a mere youth.

— (If the Heavenly Ghost had hired a long-range sniper or curse-type assassin, they would have been powerless the moment the target took refuge in a building.)

— (But I'm different. No matter where the target goes, it won't impede my assassination.)

Corki attempted to keep pace with the young man, but his serpentine movements around the equipment store impeded Corki's progress.

— (The way this guy moves is strange...)

— (Could he have detected me?)

— (No, he couldn't possibly detect me. And if he did, he should have attacked me by now.)