The rain poured relentlessly over the glittering city, washing the filth from its polished surfaces—but not from the people.
Hina was sixteen.
Standing under the neon haze outside an exclusive club known only to the filthiest tiers of society, she adjusted the thin black dress she wore, her hands steady despite the icy chill of the night.
She looked older than she was.
Her body, her movements, even her eyes—they belonged to someone who had already seen too much.
Sabushi'influence managed to get a special invitation for an extra luxury event.
A special event in a mysterious place in the lonely streets of a hidden part of Tokyo.
The club was called **Aurum**, a rotten jewel hidden among legitimate businesses.
To the public, it was a "private lounge for influential men," where a lot of famous and important people used to go to spend their time and waste their money.
Luxury was everywhere in that place, and the area was totally exclusive and inaccessible to "normal" humans.
Elegant fornitures, skilled chefs, no noise from the normal people… the perfect place to relax from the chaos.
But in reality, the club was nothing more than a feeding ground for the corrupt and powerful—politicians, CEOs, criminals wrapped in suits and silk ties.
Tonight, Hina would've been their entertainment.
But she had a job to do.
Sabushi had given her a mission: infiltrate, gather information about a man named TakumiRenji—a magnate in the energy sector rumored to be developing a device capable of producing infinite free electricity.
He wanted to help people but…
…free power would shatter industries.
It would destroy entire empires.
Sabushi's "clients" wanted Renji dead.
And Hina—well, she just wanted to make her father proud.
But what was such a "good" man doing in such a dirty club?
The answer is simple: Nobody does things for free.
And nobody is an angel.
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Inside, the club was suffocating.
Smoke coiled through the air, mingling with the stench of expensive cologne and cheap lust.
Laughter—drunken, hollow—echoed off gilded walls.
Girls barely older than Hina herself danced lazily on illuminated stages, their dead eyes focused on nothing.
Wealth reeked from every inch of the place, but it was a rotten, festering kind of wealth.
Men in tailored suits lounged on velvet couches, cigars dangling from their fingers as they whispered filth into the ears of the girls sitting beside them.
Hina moved through them like smoke herself.
She wore heels—small, deadly weapons in their own right—and carried herself with the perfect mix of shy naivety and allure.
Not enough to raise suspicion, not enough to seem too seasoned.
Just another nameless toy.
Just another piece of meat.
Her target was easy to spot.
Takumi Renji sat at a private table near the back, isolated but closely watched by two large bodyguards.
He didn't indulge like the others.
He sat straight, drinking only water, his expression tired and guarded.
Good man, bad situation.
Not Hina's problem.
With practiced grace, she slipped past the guards—a whispered word here, a fake stumble there—until she found herself kneeling beside Renji, offering him a smile that didn't reach her deadened eyes.
Not even the bodyguards noticed her, but after the sight of her, they didn't care.
"Just a mere prostitute" one of them whispered to the other.
The other bodyguard didn't speak.
He kept watching carefully.
Hina looked at him with a lustful look, trying to catch his attention, like a snake.
"Mind if I join you, mister?" she asked, her voice sweet, unthreatening.
He looked at her, truly looked—not like a man hunting for flesh, but like someone seeing the human underneath.
He sighed heavily.
"You don't belong here, kid," he muttered, almost to himself.
"Neither do you," she replied softly.
That earned a dry chuckle from him.
He let her stay.
Minutes blurred into hours.
She played her part perfectly—laughing, listening, asking harmless questions while pretending to be tipsy.
And Renji, lonely and desperate to believe someone actually cared, let his guard down.
"The world doesn't want change," he said at one point, swirling his untouched drink. "They want control. Power. The device I created... it could change everything. Free energy for all. End poverty. Save the planet."
He laughed bitterly.
"Which is exactly why they'll kill me for it."
Hina tilted her head innocently.
"What device?"
And he told her.
Blueprints. Locations. Names.
Everything her handlers wanted.
"Why are you telling me all of this ?" Hina asked to him, while still sitting next to him.
"Because I won't see you ever again, i know." Renji said, in a resigned tone of voice, like he had some kind of bad sensations.
Hina looked at him with a teasing expression as she gently caressed his hand.
"Do you really think so?" Hina asked.
Renji felt a shiver down all his spine.
"S-Stop." He said, while moving his gaze away.
"Oh? What's wrong, Mr.?" Hina asked while gently grabbing his chin and moving it towards her.
Hina's face was truly beautiful that night.
Enough to conquer the heart of a strong business man like Renji.
He felt a wave of heat in his heart.
He clearly wanted to be intimate with Hina.
His expression was saying everything.
But he tried to maintain his composure while moving his gaze away from Hina and adjusting his glasses.
"Please… I'm married." He said, while looking away.
"So what?" Hina said while grabbing his hand and placing it on her inner thigh.
Her skin was as soft as silk.
Renji couldn't resist.
He was completely hypnotized.
The girl in front of him was a demon.
Then, Hina asked one last question.
"So, Mr… where is the device ?" Hina asked.
And then, the man spoke without hesitation.
"It's… it's… in my house basement, in… Kyoto." He said, hypnotized.
Hina smirked maliciously.
When he finally realized he'd said too much, his eyes widened in horror—too late.
Hina's hand brushed against his.
A quick pinch.
Barely noticeable.
The syringe concealed in her sleeve delivered a deadly neurotoxin straight into his bloodstream.
Renji stiffened.
He tried to stand, but his body betrayed him.
He collapsed against the table, his breathing shallow, his lips turning blue.
The bodyguards noticed too late.
By the time they reached him, Hina was already gone—just another shadow slipping through the chaos.
Outside, the rain still poured.
Hina leaned against a wall in a dark alley, pulling the wig from her head and tossing it into a trash can.
Her real hair, tied tight beneath it, was damp with sweat.
She breathed out slowly.
Another mission complete.
Another life taken.
Another small step closer to making Sabushi smile and to live a happy life by eliminating evil people.
Did it matter that Renji was a good man?
That he had wanted to change the world?
No.
Hina wiped her hands clean and disappeared into the night.
Feelings were a luxury she couldn't afford.
Not in this world.
Not in Sabushi's world.
Not if she wanted to survive.
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**Later That Night**
Hina sat alone in a dim, smoky bar used by Sabushi's network.
Sabushi himself sat across from her, drinking whiskey.
He was proud of her.
That much was clear from the way he ruffled her hair roughly, like a father praising a dog that fetched the newspaper.
"Good girl," he said. "I knew you had it in you."
Hina said nothing. She just nodded, her hands neatly folded in her lap.
Her chest felt hollow.
She wanted to feel pride.
She wanted to feel anything.
She wanted to feel the warmth of having a family, of having someone who loves and cares about you.
Instead, all she felt was the cold, wet weight of the rain still clinging to her skin.
"You'll go far," Sabushi said with a grin. "Someday, you'll be the best of them all and take my place."
Hina lowered her gaze.
She didn't doubt him.
But at what cost?