"Hehe, it's just like the fate bitch predicted."
The words left his lips lightly as he strolled through the crowded corridors of the hunter shop. A tall young man with snow white hair moved with unhurried steps, his eyes pale and strange, as though a ticking clock lived behind them. Every turn he took felt deliberate, as if the path itself had already been chosen for him.
"Naturally, the so called goddess of fate is quite a force to be reckoned with," the man beside him replied.
He wore an all black suit that hugged his frame neatly, a large watch hanging from his neck like a ceremonial charm. Its glass face glinted faintly as they walked, keeping time with their measured pace.
The issue of the great star had long been escalated within the company. Relevant authorities had been alerted, meetings held behind sealed doors, plans refined and rewritten. Methods of locating and executing him were already in motion, cold and methodical.
