"Samantha! Samantha... Samantha... Samantha.." A middle-aged Caucasian man with graying hair and green eyes approached a younger woman who was currently printing out documents on a copy machine. She was darker skinned and had short brown Afro hair.

"Yes, Mr. Giles?" The woman replied nervously. It was her first week at her job, she was assigned to work under Mr. Giles as an Editorial Assistant. But Mr. Giles was a very commanding and stubborn superior, he was never satisfied with any of the work Samantha did.

She was afraid that she was on the verge of being fired.

"Would you like to explain what this is?" Mr. Giles tossed a stack of paper at her, and she barely caught it. The stacks of paper were her own stories and pretend News reports that she made after hearing some intel from her other coworkers. Although she was an Editorial Assistant, she wanted to be a journalist.

She didn't switch majors from Biology to Journalism only to be someone who edits the stories and not writes them. Samantha understood that she had to work hard to get into the position she wanted, so she practiced writing stories during her free time. "They're News Reports I created, sir."

"I didn't hire you to write. I hired you to edit the hundreds of reports we already have that need to be published." Mr. Giles pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "It's already been a week and you haven't completed what I assigned you. I know that you're new to the job, but you're slow."

"I am still trying to figure my way around, sir. I will get better, please just give me time." Samantha frowned and turned off the copy machine before taking out some important documents that the publishing team needed for their next meeting. She had so much work to do. She was only running on 4 hours of sleep, and her coffee crash was not helping her.

"I'll give you another week. If I see no improvements, I'll have to let you go. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Samantha nodded. Mr. Giles snatched the copies of documents out of her hands, and then took the pretend news reports away from her. He tossed her stack into the bin next to the copier.

"Focus on your job if you want to get to the writing part. If you work hard, you might be able to earn a promotion." Mr. Giles huffed and walked away. Samantha waited until he walked back into his office down the hall before taking her stack of papers out of the bin.

She gazed at them fondly and held them to her chest. She was really going to have to get herself together before the end of next week.

"You know, if you want to improve here, you're gonna have to do something to impress him." A man's voice whispered to her. She opened her eyes slightly wider and looked in the direction of the person's voice.

It was a tall blonde man, with blue eyes. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks, with loafers. "Hi, my name's Oliver. I am a part of the Publishing team." The man held his hand out to her.

"Samantha." She shook it and smiled. "But you can call me Sam. I'll be sure to take your advice." She nodded at him. He was the first employee to talk to her that was genuine with his words. The others usually piled tasks for her on top of everything else she had to do.

"I have a few other pointers too, but I'm running late for our meeting now. I'll just have to tell you them some other time." Oliver chuckled. "It was nice meeting you, Sam." He sauntered past her and waved goodbye as he walked towards the conference room.

~

It was a dark and cold evening in the city of Queenstown. In the center of the city was a large and heavily guarded prison facility, full of not only America's but also the world's absolute worst criminals. It was a place that the people outside of the electric fence avoided.

The prison was known for having a few jailbreaks, and heavy bountys, but no sane person wanted to try and help search for any of the missing criminals. That's how revolting and inhumane the crimes were.

Parents would even warn their children about getting within a mile of the prison. Most of the schools in Queenstown were located at least a mile and a half away from the center. It was a safety precaution to protect the young.

However, on this cold night, a Japanese man was pacing back and forth in his cell. He had medium-length black hair and a lean and muscular build. Black tattoos inked his skin, the design wrapping around his right arm, and it too wherever the rest of it was under his gray jumpsuit.

He looked to be in deep thought about something. His eyes were focused on the stone-cold concrete below him, but shifting to the cell bars every other minute or so.

The sound of slow but heavy footsteps brought him out of his daydreaming. The person that appeared on the other side of his cell was someone he was not looking forward to seeing. It was the cop that arrested and locked him in here. "You got any cigarettes?" He spat at the cop's feet.

"It looks like you're doing well while staying here, Kaito." The cop replied with a sly smile. The man and the cop stared at each other for a bit longer, before Kaito broke the silence.

"If you didn't bring any cigarettes, leave." Kaito waved the cop off and went back to sit on his bed. He needed a smoke. It has been a while since his last pack, as it was taken from him when he was locked away.

"What makes you think that a dangerous Assassin like you could have special privileges, kid?" The cop brushed his hands through his black hair. He took off his shades, revealing almond-shaped dark brown eyes. Without the entire public service attire, anyone would've known that the cop and Kaito were related somehow.

"Don't call me that." Kaito hissed at him. "I'm not a kid. I'm a grown man."

"But you still act like a child, son." The cop sighed, disclosing the relationship between the two. "I told you that your profession wouldn't last long. And I told you that one day I was going to catch you and bring you here. But you never listen to me."

Kaito smirked at the cop. When Kaito crossed his arms in defiance and held an expression that lacked any respect, the cop decided to get straight to the point of his topic. Kaito was an Assassin and too far gone to be corrected. "You were never a bad child, just an extremely misguided one. But now, all I see is a heartless dastard with my son's face."

"Are you finished?" Kaito snickered. "We can sit here and talk about how horrible we both are all day." Kaito didn't want to hear what else the cop had to say. He was trying to map out in his head a plan for escaping, and talking to him was just a waste of time. What was the purpose of his visit?

"Your brother, Katashi is missing."

Kaito raised his head at the cop and stood up. "Haruka, you'd better be kidding."

"I wish I was." Haruka pulled up his waistband and placed his hands on his hips. "He must've decided to follow in your footsteps. Got in contact with some strange folks, and he disappeared a few days ago."

"And you're deciding to let me know while I'm trapped in this filthy building?" Kaito cursed under his breath.

"I've been trying to contact him. But he's not answering his phone." Haruka scratched his head and dropped his hands to his sides.

Kaito remained composed, but deep down he was livid. He was a part of a screwed-up background, which left him no choice but to train to become the deadly killer he was. When Kaito was a boy back in Japan, Haruka abandoned him and his baby half-brother once he found out their mother was a skank and cheated with another man.

Katashi was Kaito's half-brother. He wasn't related to Haruka at all, as they only shared a mother. But either way, it wasn't a good excuse for Haruka to abandon the two boys with their mother the way he did.

He left them with no money, nowhere to live, and a large debt to pay. All so he could go to America to continue his career as an international detective. And because of that large debt he left, Kaito decided to step up and take care of his family.

When his mother finally did find a home to reside in Kamagasaki, Kaito took on self-defense and hand-to-hand combat lessons, including martial arts. After warding off a few bullies, Kaito gained respect as a strong young man.

That is when he met a close friend of his named Inochi. Inochi was known for being a sketchy young man in the city of Osaka. Inochi introduced Kaito to the world that the Yakuza thrived on. From then on, Kaito decided to go into his job of choice.

He charged different Yakuza bosses a hefty price in exchange to get rid of their enemies or some snitches and moles who were of danger to their groups. Kaito made a lot of money by getting rid of unwanted people. With that money, he bought his family a bigger apartment, paid off Katashi's school fees, and provided them with a normal way of living.

Hana Matsumoto, his mother did wonder where he was getting the money from at some times, but Kaito continued to lie about having a good lawful job. Kaito even paid off their debt and interest after working with the Yakuza. While his mother cast her concerns aside, Haruka began suspecting his son.

Kaito was missing school, he didn't want to go to college. He even dropped out without telling anyone. When Haruka found out, he began investigating this "company" Kaito was working at. All the information he was given was fake. Haruka found out the hard way and the truth of what his son did for a living.

His son was a cold-blooded killer. His own blood, a heartless murderer. A crazed Assassin, he was. When he got the arrest warrant with Kaito's plastered on it, his heart ached. He was responsible for putting his own kid behind bars.

The night he finally caught him was the day his emotions overflowed. Kaito didn't know it, but Haruka was regretting that left him back in Japan to pursue a higher career. That icy look in Kaito's eyes when Haruka put the handcuffs on him still sent chills down his spine.

And Kaito didn't care about the reunion between the two. He didn't regret killing all those people because it made him the money to support his family. But Kaito didn't want Katashi to follow in his footsteps. Not after what he went through to support him. "Have you tried calling Hana?" Kaito walked over to the bars and gripped onto them.

"She was the one who reported him missing at the Osaka district. Apparently, the kid has been missing some college classes." Haruka grumbled. "We've been working on his case the past week. As we've been investigating, we've found that he has some shady messages from a number. We tracked it down to a landline that is smack-dead in the middle of Kamagasaki. The area belongs to one of the Yakuza families you've partnered with."

"Let me see the message."

"You don't have to see it. We already know which family it is. Asuka Watanabe's." Haruka glanced down.

"I haven't talked with that dastard in several years. Why would his posse be in contact with Katashi?" Kaito growled at him. The last time he spoke with the Watanabe clan was almost 5 years ago. When Kaito first learned about Yakuza, his first few deals were a bit sloppy. Asuka recruited him to do more than what Kaito was offering.

Kaito may have been a ruthless Assassin for hire, but there was one rule he followed. He refused to kill children and women. Asuka wanted him to end the lives of hundreds of children just so he could make a point to the head of a school. The head was in some serious debt with Asuka. But Kaito wouldn't go through with it.

"That is the reason for my visit." Haruka swallowed a lump in his throat. "We need your help finding him. You're the only one I know who can infiltrate Asuka's system properly."

"You arrested me for executing people and working with the Yakuza." Kaito laughed maniacally. "And now, you want me to go back?"

"We need someone to work undercover." Haruka clenched his teeth. This was a great way for him to help Kaito find a way out of his profession, so his son could live a better life under the law. "You already know how the system works."

"What's in it for me if I help you?" Kaito scoffed and eyed Haruka furiously. "Katashi is someone I can find by myself."

"A reduced sentence. You're looking at life in prison, or maybe a death sentence." Haruka admitted. "All your heinous crimes are unforgivable, and the victims' families want you dead. But if you work for me, we can convince the prosecution and the judge to reduce your sentence. You'd be working as an undercover agent, doing good for the people to make up for your wrongs."

Kaito rolled his eyes before giving the suggestion some thought. There were no cons to Haruka's offer. He'd be able to make a living for the lawful side in exchange for keeping Katashi out of trouble. All he had to do was speak with Asuka. It shouldn't be too hard. "A reduced sentence doesn't sound half bad."