The Red Entangled Thread.

If only life were as beautiful as death itself, perhaps I'll cling on to it as much as how I embrace death.

A man serving under an unknown organization, working both as an assassin and an assistant to the leader of the organization. He seems to be living alone and rarely to be seen having someone accompanying him. He doesn't hesitate to use violence to anyone whether it is his victims or someone who seems to be threatening him.
Further information are yet to be found.

Kazue, at most times is quiet and avoids talking with people much unless necessary. He doesn't like being in the crowd too much—complaining that he feels uncomfortable being around one for too long. On the other side, he prefers talking to people he's familiar with—often would provoke them (especially his enemies) just for fun. His face is often deadpan, and his words are blunt, as he has no secrets to keep (excluding his work). He doesn't care much whether his words would hurt others' feelings or not.

He—at most times, is careless about his self. He ended up getting injured in most of his mission, as he rather to use violence more and rarely made plans first. Hence why he'd rather working alone than being in a group, knowing it'll either him letting them down or them getting in his way.

How does it feel to be in an embrace of a loving mother? How does it feel to be picked up by a father every time he gets home? How does it feel... Having your hands covered in your parent's blood?

Sweats falling down from his face, uncontrollably breathing, staring at the gun he's holding with his little, shaky, blood covered hands. The two bodies in front of him remains unmoving as a puddle of blood slowly starts to form. He drops on to his knees, not believing what he has done to his parents.

They're... Dead? Has he finally been... free from this hell of a so-called family? Cries, soon turned into laughter. Why is he laughing? He shouldn't have laughed, he shouldn't have felt... Joy. This wrong, all of this is wrong. He is only eleven, and he has gone through many abuse from his parents, and now he became a killer of his parents. Regret? Sadness? No, he doesn't feel any of those. He doesn't feel anything other than joy that he finally got rid the source of his suffering.

At least for now, no one will beat him again, or cut his arms with a knife, or even lock him in the basement. At least for now, he's free from the amount of abuse he received in this oh so 'loving' family. There will be no more smell of alcohol in the air every night, he won't be hiding under the bed every night when he hears his parents' footsteps coming anymore, and he'll no longer beg for mercy again.

Yet just right before he passed out, what seems to be a person came into his sight. A man he's not familiar with. "What a sight... You're only a child, and you have suffered this much." He could feel the man slowly picked him up. 'Warm', he thought. "They've tortured you enough. Don't worry, you're save with me." That's the last thing he heard, before falling unconscious.

When he woke up, he realized he's in an unfamiliar room, laying in what seems to be like a hospital bed. He had no memories of what had happened before this, the only thing he remembers is that man who saved him from something he couldn't even remember what. He saw that man as his savior. The man saw and treated him like his own son, giving him the warmth and love he's been longing for ever since he was born into this cruel world. In return for the man's kindness, he threw himself in a world where no light shines, following along the path of his savior. Staying by his side no matter what.

If only such moment would last forever.

Holding the body of his savior in his arms, covered in red as the man slowly dying. He failed to protect him, the man he saw as a 'father' now laying helplessly. How did such things happened? If only, if only he was strong enough... None of this would've happened. It's his fault, it will always be his fault. He never was destined to be happy after all, he can only bring death to the people around him. It should've been him, instead of the man. But you can never turn back time, can't you? All things must end no matter what.

What a cruel world we live in.

• Able to use most weapons (usually guns or knife.)
• Likes listening to music at most time. Would listen to classical music when he's feeling distressed.
• Is able to hold immense pain due to feeling used getting injured.
• Had a lot of scars on his body.

Willona Amstrong

Kazue works under her, both as her assistant and her companion. Loyal he is, whatever Willona ordered him and he'll do it with no questions asked, protecting her whenever she's in danger, to the point where people would call him her 'dog', not that he cares what people around him says about him. Though, he hopes she would stop calling him whenever he's doing his other job.

Ao

Kazue isn't sure whether to call this girl an acquaintance or a... Friend? Their relationship as of now started when Ao suddenly asked him to play with her in an arcade, and now he wonders how he ended up constantly accompanying her to the arcade or even treating (more like being forced) to buy food for her.

Ayase Ren

The relationship between the two couldn't be described. No, they're not really friends and couldn't be called as just an acquaintances either. Rivals would fit them better perhaps. Ren, will always and forever be a target to Kazue's blade and bullet, at least until the man's life is finally within his grasp. If death were about to take his life, he won't allow it as he'll be the one taking his.

Ian Lostrove

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Accidentally met due to him mistaking the other for a certain someone he knew. Though, somehow by fate they both met each others again in a mission where both had the same target. Other than this man personality constantly getting on his nerve, he seems to be neutral with him even though he knew who he actually is.