There only have been a few occasions where he was told to travel to Japan, and whenever he did he always enjoyed visiting the older villages that have existed since the Edo era. Most of them still stuck to their old customs and it has always interested him. He has always liked history; something about it was rather appealing, he has found. Living in a country like Israel has brought out his inner historian over the years â€“Jerusalem, the city he resided, and many of the areas around it were very historical places. At first he thought history was dull like any teenager, when he was still in school ten years ago but he soon learned to appreciate it. And now whenever he is given the chance to visit older towns and cities he never made any hesitation to jump at the opportunity.<br/><br/>Japan especially was such an interesting country. Though it could be incredibly violent because they stuck with old traditions, refusing accept modern society in most cases. He didnâ€™t blame them either; in a way it was a good thing, preserving their ancient cultures, but at the same time it did a lot of harm.<br/><br/>He had gotten the message several weeks ago when he returned home for the weekend, after a long week of doing quite a lot of work tracking down a target. It seemed like a desperate cry for help at first but when he looked closer there was only a simple message: please rescue this girl. Attached to the letter there was a picture of a young girl with dark hair and scarlet eyes. That was all that was there aside from her location and an additional note saying that the person who sent the request would pay him a hell of a lot of money. However there was no name to identify who sent the request, and nothing saying how this person knew him, so it was needless to say that he was extremely reluctant to accept.<br/><br/>At first he thought it might be some trap sent to him by one of his enemies. It was also a sort of rule, not to do any outside work for large amounts of pay. But something in the back of his mind told him that this was no trick. He felt compelled to accept this.<br/><br/>And so the next day he had packed for Japan, seeking out this ancient village. He has been here for a few weeks and, doing a bit of detective work on his part, soon found the whereabouts of the village â€“it was a place seemingly cut off from the rest of the world like most old villages. And it was there that he would find the Tsukino Compound. The path to the village was pretty straightforward, and yet along the way people eyed him with resentment. It was like they knew where he was going and what he was about to do and were shunning him. He was even told that there was a curse in the village whenever he asked for directions. Several times he was told to turn back and mind his own business.<br/><br/>Rather than deterring him, however, he was further convinced he was headed in the right direction. The closer he got, the more evidence emerged: shouts in the distance, explosions, and the shouts turning into cheers. There was no doubt that if he followed the sounds, he would find who he was to rescue. He had been right about that.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long before he stumbled upon his destination, and what he discovered made him sick to his stomach. He was notorious for remaining calm in any situation â€“seeing people wanting someone dead wasnâ€™t anything new to himâ€“ but there was something about this that greatly disturbed him. The girl, matching the one in the picture, was being strangled by some wire she had been caught on, and the villagers only jeered at her misery. Being a hit man he has often strangled people with wire, watching as it cut into their neck, watched them bleed and then eventually die. It was somewhat satisfying, listening to someone dieâ€¦ yet now he almost resented himself for being the cruel man he could be whenever he was told to kill someone.<br/><br/>That resentment did not last, however; he had a job to do and he had to separate his emotions from it. It was something heâ€™s always told himself. Human he may be, and emotions were what made humans what they are, he had to focus. This was the only way he knew how to focus on the task at hand, by detaching himself and almost seeming like an emotionless robot, awaiting his next orders. He had a mission to complete, and he was going to complete it. Failure was not an option.<br/><br/>For a few moments he remained hidden in the darkness of the forest, just out of torch lightâ€™s range. There was a cool wind in the air, but it was the sound of the bells that sent a shiver up his spine. He was frozen in that spot but he knew he couldnâ€™t stay there forever.<br/><br/>When he decided he has witnessed enough, he slowly, quietly, drew his gun from its holster. He treasured his .357 magnum Desert Eagle; it has been by his side for quite some time now. In his mind it was his only true friend in the sense that it has always been reliable, and he took care of it to ensure it remained reliable. Holding his breath, and despite the darkness of night hindering his vision, he aimed for one of the villagers dragging the girl, the one who seemed the most distracted and even spoke out, unable to contain his excitement, and fired.