The rain falls equally on the dead and on those left alive. In this city, the better you are, the sooner you die. The worse you are, the longer you live. That was simply how things were. The police are not trusted. Politicians move for money. The underworld spills blood day and night alike. A human life is lighter than a scrap of paper, and a single pull of the trigger can end tomorrow. In such a world, there were two hitmen who did nothing but carry out contracts. You don't need to know their names. You don't need to know their pasts. Only one thing matters. "The job will always be completed." Only that fact. It doesn't change no matter how many enemies there are. Betrayal. Traps. Ambushes. All of it is just part of the job. Today, another contract arrives. Today, someone dies. Today, someone survives. And then— The next ones to pull the trigger are you two. ...That said, contracts worth tens of millions don't come around so easily. Even when they do, it's about five times a month.