Prologue

In the middle of a building full of rubble lay the body of a man covered in blood and wounds, surrounded by bodies with cuts on the neck or chest. Despite everything, the expression on his face was stoic, even on the verge of death. Years of training to become one of the best assassins in the world, with above-average physical abilities and a chilling calm in any situation, allowed him to rise to the upper levels of the Twilight organization, where he grew to become what he is today. . . . . . . ..

Point of view??

A man could be seen breathing heavily, as if each inhalation was an effort. His gasps filled the room with a harsh, breathy sound.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Just a few meters away you could see men dressed in black, with bleeding wounds on their bodies.

Suddenly, one of the men spoke breathlessly, "And to think that after all the preparations we made, of the more than fifty assassins sent to kill you, you managed to take down more than half. As expected of Zero, even after of the middle twenty- Seven years you are still the same." And he continued: "It's a shame you have to die here..."

At that moment, upon hearing those words, the dying man's eyes lit up with unknown regret, exuding a terrible killing intent as he reaped hundreds of lives. This made everyone take a step back instinctively.

Taking one last look at him in his final moments, the other assassins began to retreat after the building began to catch fire. But what they didn't know is that, at that moment, a strange emblem appeared, which presumably represented half a dragon with a sword running through it. On Zero's neck, the emblem began to glow the moment blood spilled onto its surface.

And so, after closing his eyes and exhaling his last breath, as he fell into total darkness and his body was consumed by flames, Zero left this world... or at least that was what everyone believed.