NBFF 174

The Faceless One, Roach.

After living as an assassin for many years, he possessed a special kind of ‘intuition’ that ordinary people didn’t have.

It was a gift earned from surviving countless missions where death could come at any moment.

One could dismiss it as coincidence or nothing special, but looking back, that intuition had saved his life more than once.

“How is it? Do you think you can fix it?”

“Th-That… I’ll have to take a closer look to know for sure.”

Roach spoke while awkwardly crouching down.

The innocent gaze he could feel from behind sent a chill down his spine.

‘Dangerous. This woman is definitely dangerous.’

Even within Vichzar, it was rare to encounter someone who carried such a thick scent of blood.

Not an actual smell detected by the nose, but the invisible stench created by countless deeds of killing accumulated over the course of being…